Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

A spark of true spirit emerged from the deepest part of Pangu's heart.

It was a faint light, almost imperceptible, yet it contained the supreme will to create the world.

It passed through the blood pool, through the malevolent energy, and disappeared into the brow of the true form of Pangu.

Pangu's true form came to life.

The giant's eyes slowly opened.

Those eyes, the left eye like the sun and the right eye like the moon, reflected the scene of the beginning of chaos and the separation of heaven and earth.

Wherever his gaze fell, the void froze, time stood still, and all things bowed their heads.

Pangu has returned.

Heaven and earth are moved.

Above the primordial sky, purple clouds stretched for nine hundred million miles in the east, and golden flowers rained down from the sky, sprinkling around the true form of Pangu.

The earth trembled, mountains and rivers roared, and towering waves surged across the seas, as if the entire primordial world was cheering for the return of the Creator God.

Within the chaos, the primordial energy surged like a tide, emitting a thunderous roar—that was the Great Dao giving its praise.

The sun and moon shine together, and the stars shine brightly.

The Sun and the Moon simultaneously shone with unprecedented brilliance, their interplay illuminating the primordial darkness as if it were daytime.

The sounds of dragons roaring and phoenixes singing came from all corners of the world and the heavens, a testament to the reverence and gratitude of all beings in heaven and earth for Pangu.

Pangu lowered his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over his own body, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"My bloodline has never been severed."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like thunder from the heavens, resounding throughout the nine heavens and ten earths.

Each word contained the power to create heaven and earth, causing the void to tremble slightly.

The next moment, Pangu raised his head, his gaze piercing through the Pangu Palace, through the void, through the chaos, and landing directly on the Zixiao Palace deep in the chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun was meditating with his eyes closed on a high platform.

Suddenly, he shuddered and abruptly opened his eyes.

For the first time, a look of horror appeared in those eyes that were as calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

That gaze shot from the depths of the primordial land, piercing through the chaos, ignoring all the restrictions of the Purple Cloud Palace, and landed directly on him.

There was no murderous intent or oppressive force in his eyes, only an extremely calm scrutiny.

It was as if I were looking at an ant, or as if I were looking at a junior.

Cold sweat beaded on Hongjun's forehead.

He is a dignified Dao Ancestor and a Heavenly Dao Saint, about to merge with the Heavenly Dao, and is already indestructible through countless eons.

But faced with that gaze, he couldn't muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

It was an instinctive suppression originating from the depths of the soul, as if all things had met the Creator.

Hongjun slowly lowered his head, not daring to meet that gaze.

"Daoist Venerable".

He uttered those two words softly, his voice trembling slightly.

That was Hongjun's name for Pangu.

Pangu created the world and transformed his body into all things, thus becoming the supreme being of all paths.

Although Hongjun was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, he was ultimately just a junior in front of Pangu.

Pangu's gaze lingered on Hongjun for a moment before he looked away.

Hongjun breathed a long sigh of relief.

His back was soaked with cold sweat, and his hands were trembling slightly.

He looked up toward the direction of Pangu's true form, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Pangu... has returned," he murmured, a bitter taste in his mouth. "My plans are about to fail again."

"But... how is this possible... how did he get back...?"

Pangu withdrew his gaze and took a step forward.

This step shattered the void and traversed an impossible distance.

His figure disappeared from the Pangu Palace, and the next moment, he appeared outside the Sun Star.

The Sun Star was transformed from Pangu's left eye.

Pangu stood outside the Sun Star, looking at the star that his left eye had transformed into, a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

His gaze pierced through the surface of the Sun Star, through the blazing solar fire, and landed directly in the deepest part of the Sun Star, in the core of the Great Sun.

His brow furrowed slightly.

"variable."

Pangu uttered two words softly.

He saw the origin of Pangu's legacy, and the two true spirits that should have existed within it—Di Jun and Tai Yi.

However, at this moment, there was only the aura of a true spirit within that source; the other one had already vanished.

Instead, there was a breath that did not belong to this world.

From later generations.

Pangu's eyes flickered slightly as he continued his deductions.

He saw the origin of Taiyi: a wisp of a soul from a later era traveled through time and space, taking over before Taiyi developed sentience, devouring Dijun's origin, and completing the Great Dao of the Sun.

Then, step by step, he established the Heavenly Court, attained the position of Heavenly Emperor, refined the Sun Star, and obtained the legacy he left behind.

"interesting."

Pangu's lips curled up slightly; he wasn't annoyed, but rather showed a hint of approval.

He raised his right hand and gently tapped it with his index finger.

A ray of golden light flew from his fingertip and disappeared into the true spirit beneath the Fusang tree on the Sun Star.

The golden light was like a seed, slowly nurturing a faint yet pure source.

Pangu did not revive Dijun, but merely re-nurturing his true spirit. He did not even seize the essence of the sun, so it would not affect Taiyi.

At this moment, Di Jun was merely being reborn within the great sun, but he had already lost the sun's original essence.

As for whether this true spirit can grow, take human form, or regain everything it once had, it all depends on its destiny.

Whether or not we are destined to be together depends on our own fate.

Pangu said calmly.

He turned around and took a step forward.

The next moment, he was standing on the top of Buzhou Mountain, outside the Heavenly Court.

The Zhou Tian Star Array enveloped the entire Heavenly Court, with starlight like a curtain and fortune like a rainbow.

The power of the three hundred and sixty-five main stars intertwines into a dense, impenetrable net, which even a sage would have to work hard to break through.

However, Pangu simply lifted his foot and took a step.

The Zhou Tian Star Array was as if it were useless; the starlight, the restrictions, and the constraints of the array were as if they did not exist in front of him.

His figure passed through the great formation without triggering any of the restrictions, as if he were the master of the Heavenly Court and was meant to stand here.

In the Heavenly Court, all the gods were terrified.

From the newly arrived Emperor Ziwei to all the gods, everyone felt that irresistible pressure.

That is awe from the depths of one's blood, a submission from the very source of one's soul.

No one could speak, no one could move an inch, and even breathing became difficult.

The Purple Emperor held the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit in both hands, and the golden light enveloped him, barely preventing him from kneeling.

But his legs were still trembling, and sweat was pouring down his forehead like rain.

Within the Jade Pool, Taiyi suddenly opened his eyes.

He felt that power, not oppression, not threat, but a warm, familiar gaze, like that of a father.

Pangu has arrived.

Taiyi stood up, straightened his clothes, and strode out of Yaochi.

He saw that towering giant.

Pangu's true form was countless feet tall, and the nine heavenly palaces of the Heavenly Court only reached his waist.

He stood in the heavenly court, yet he did not crush any palace; it was as if his existence was perfectly integrated with this world.

Taiyi walked up to Pangu, bowed deeply, and paid homage with great respect.

"Taiyi greets Father God."

His voice was calm, without fear or flattery, only heartfelt respect.

Pangu looked down at the young man who was wearing the Golden Crow Emperor's Robe and whose body was burning with the holy flames of the sun.

Pangu smiled, his smile filled with satisfaction.