Primordial Era: The Great Celestial Venerable on the Road to Mythology

Chapter 75 Pangu's "True Form," the Truth of Chaos

When Haotian ascended the Yang God to a higher dimension, the influence on the Heavenly Court suddenly dissipated, and all the immortals breathed a sigh of relief.

However, this power did not disappear; it merely shifted its direction, affecting another slumbering being in a dimension slightly higher than the primordial world, where an infant was fast asleep.

The baby was crystal clear, radiating the most primordial light of the beginning of chaos.

Countless threads extended from his body, like umbilical cords, connecting him to the primordial world below. These threads were dense and countless, each transmitting the Dao and principles.

Every law, every great path, and every spark of wisdom that arose in the primordial world was sent into the infant's body through these threads.

A phantom river flowed from the infant's body, surging ceaselessly into the primordial dimension, traversing the past...

Now, and in the future, it returns from the primordial dimension once more, returning to the body of this infant.

It goes on and on, endlessly.

Haotian stood in this dimensional space, quietly gazing at the infant, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

The river of time will always belong to him—the identity of this baby has been clearly established.

Pangu. The creator of the primordial world, the ancestral god who opened up the heavens and the earth.

Haotian had long suspected that Pangu might not have really perished.

It is important to understand that at the level of a cultivator, the true spirit is the most fundamental of all. The primordial spirit can be rebuilt if lost, and the physical body can be reconstructed if lost, but if the true spirit is extinguished, it is true death.

Pangu was no ordinary cultivator who had just entered the path of cultivation. He was at least a Grand Luo Golden Immortal of the Primordial Chaos level, and the stability of his true spirit was far beyond what ordinary cultivators could imagine.

His physical body transformed into the primordial world, and his primordial spirit split into three parts, becoming the Three Pure Ones. This was merely the shed shell of his body.

Just as hybrid dragons and phoenixes sell their flesh and blood in exchange for resources, those things can be restored.

The true spirit is the essence of Pangu.

The baby is currently fast asleep and has not been awakened by Haotian's arrival.

He was immersed in a mysterious state, slowly transforming into a Yang spirit.

However, its efficiency was truly touching. Although it had a touch of otherworldly charm, it was still far from being a true Yang God.

Haotian, with the characteristics of the ultimate dimension of the Yang God, began to understand this infant.

He wanted to see just how many secrets this legendary Pangu Heavenly King was hiding.

In Haotian's eyes, the scene shifted, time reversed, and he returned to the time before chaos was created.

In the midst of chaos, there were 2,999 Chaos Gods, each of whom started at the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal and each mastered a complete Great Dao.

With prolonged cultivation, one's understanding of the Great Dao deepens. Such an existence, placed in any vast world, would be a top-tier powerhouse capable of becoming a creator.

However, these nearly three thousand top experts, under some inexplicable guidance, all surged in one direction.

Their target was that ancient, burly man who stood on a thirty-six-petaled Chaos Lotus, had a Creation Jade Disc on his head, and wielded a giant axe that could split the heavens.

Pangu.

In the scene, chaotic demons surged forth like a tide. Pangu stood in the center, expressionless, and grabbed a giant axe to chop.

One axe at a time.

Haotian's eyelids twitched as he watched. That wasn't a fight; it was a massacre. Those chaotic demons who had cultivated on their respective Great Daos for countless eons were like lambs to the slaughter before Pangu, each one being cut down with an axe, swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

Of course, there were also those with formidable strength who could withstand a few moves from Pangu. But this was only for a few moves; after that, they were severely injured by a single axe blow and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Haotian was filled with doubt: Don't these people know how to run?

His doubts were quickly answered.

It's not that no one is running, it's that they can't run.

In the scene, a chaotic demon god, seeing the situation was dire, used his supernatural powers to flee into the distance. He was extremely fast, and in an instant, he had flown an unknown distance.

However, an invisible force suddenly pulled him back, placing him directly beneath Pangu's giant axe to face the fatal blow head-on.

The same applies to sieges. No matter which direction you attack from, you will eventually be pulled to the front of Pangu's axe by that force, and confront it head-on.

Sneak attacks, flanking maneuvers, encirclements—all tactics are futile; only a head-on confrontation will suffice.

Haotian recognized that power—a profound truth!

The power he gleaned from the Chaos Bell was of the same level as the spacetime mysteries he extracted. However, the one Pangu possessed was countless times more powerful than the spacetime mysteries in the Chaos Bell, and it was not just one mystery, but a combination of multiple mysteries intertwined and coexisting.

This is a case of overwhelming superiority. The difference between the Chaos Gods and Pangu is too great. Pangu stands on a higher level, and all the actions of the Chaos Gods are under his control.

As Pangu slayed these demons, he also rapidly learned the Great Dao they possessed. With each one he slayed, Pangu analyzed, comprehended, and absorbed that Great Dao; however, his learning was incomplete, with some parts missing.

When Pangu had annihilated all the demon gods, he clearly held back against a few of the most powerful ones. He did not destroy their true spirits, but merely severely injured them.

Then, Pangu stood atop the corpses of all the demons and gods and began the great work of creating heaven and earth.

He then used his physical body and primordial spirit to envelop the corpse of the Chaos Demon God, using them as materials to evolve heaven and earth and enhance the foundation of the primordial world.

"I never expected this," Haotian muttered to himself, his eyes filled with emotion. "The mighty Father God Pangu, actually—"

He thought for a long time but couldn't find a suitable word. Cunning? Insidious? Scheming?

It's true that Pangu "transformed into the primordial chaos" to create the world and benefit all living beings. But beneath this noble cause, there was another motive: to use the corpses of these chaotic demons to cultivate the great Dao contained within them.

Those silk threads, those "umbilical cords" extending from the infants, are what connect all the Dao that arose in the primordial world.

The law and reason are copied and input into the infant, becoming his own foundation.

In the primordial world, all things were born and died, cultivators practiced, and the Great Dao evolved—every second, new Daos and principles were born. And all of these were silently absorbed by Pangu.

Although it won't harm the primordial world or any living beings in the slightest, it still feels somewhat immoral.

"You kill someone and then keep using their corpse." Haotian clicked his tongue in amazement. "This is truly a case of fighting for nothing and dying for nothing."

As for the severely wounded demons and gods, they were all reborn in the primordial world as primordial deities. With new identities, they continued their cultivation and comprehension of the Great Dao in the world created by Pangu. And every bit of progress they made still served Pangu.

Haotian shook his head and sighed: Tragic, too tragic.

Of course, there was one exception: Yang Mei, the Space Demon God. His reincarnated body returned to the state of a Primordial Golden Immortal and escaped the primordial world.

Of course, this is just his own opinion.

Haotian could see clearly that although Yang Mei was wandering in the chaos, Pangu had long ago connected with him using power from a higher dimension.

No matter where he escapes, he can't escape Pangu's grasp. It's just working in a different place; there's no real difference.

"Wow, impressive!" Haotian exclaimed. "Pangu Heavenly King failed to prove his Dao through force? Who spread this rumor? His evolution of the primordial world was merely a process of rapid cultivation—"

Haotian continued to investigate Pangu's cultivation level.

Pangu was born as a Primordial Golden Immortal and is currently attempting to break through to the Primordial Limitless Golden Immortal realm.

His current state is roughly that of a half-step Primordial Golden Immortal who has grasped the profound mysteries of the Great Dao and is currently using those mysteries to condense concepts.

concept.

Haotian chewed on those two words repeatedly.

Once the concept is realized, one can attain the Primordial Golden Immortal state. At that time, Pangu will no longer be "Pangu," but a concept—the concept of creating heaven and earth, the concept of creating the world, the concept of the ultimate power.

Concepts are immortal, and so is Pangu. No matter how many times a concept is killed, as long as it exists, it will be reborn from the concept.

"Isn't this... the concept of God?"

Haotian fell silent.

He had always believed that Pangu's creation of heaven and earth and transformation into all things was a tragic sacrifice. But now it seemed more like a deliberate strategic choice. Pangu never truly died; he was simply improving his cultivation in a more efficient way.

The primordial world was his training ground.

All living things are his nourishment.

Those chaotic demons who were slain were born from chaos and perished in chaos, ultimately becoming stepping stones for Pangu to reach a higher realm.