Primordial Corpse Ancestor

More and more chaotic demons appeared in front of Jun Mingquan, constantly unleashing their attacks and bombarding him. Streams of divine power and sword light resounded around the Chaos Cauldron.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The loud impacts constantly challenged Jun Mingquan's mind. At this moment, Jun Mingquan was only focused on defending himself and using his time law and death law divine powers, but it still had no effect!

"boom!"

Suddenly, a huge silver sword beam illuminated the entire space, and spatial cracks spread continuously, crashing straight into Jun Mingquan. Even the Chaos Cauldron was almost knocked off its feet.

Startled by the attack, Jun Mingquan looked in the direction of the sword light and was surprised to find that he had seen the owner of the silver giant sword, the two-horned Chaos Demon God.

Unexpected! Shocking!

Jun Mingquan was surprised to find that he could see the two-horned Chaos God who had already died in this place. After regaining his senses, Jun Mingquan looked closely at the Chaos Gods around him and found that there were several of them who had already died. Some of them even had their corpses in Jun Mingquan's hands!

"What's going on? Why would even the dead Chaos Gods appear here?" Jun Mingquan frowned slightly, instantly thinking of the remnant souls and primordial spirits of the Chaos Gods that were gathered by the lightning tribulation during their tribulation. But upon closer inspection, he felt something was amiss, since the primordial spirits and remnant souls of those Chaos Gods were already inside the Chaos Pearl!

In an instant, countless thoughts raced through Jun Mingquan's mind, but at that very moment, he saw a massive Chaos Cauldron crashing down on him once again!

Horrible! Absolutely terrifying! Could it be that those dead Chaos Gods can actually be resurrected?

Just as Jun Mingquan was deep in thought, the enormous Chaos Cauldron, after several repeated smashes, finally knocked it off Jun Mingquan's head. In an instant, countless massive sword beams and divine power bombarded Jun Mingquan!

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted from Jun Mingquan's mouth. Jun Mingquan looked haggard, and wounds continued to spread across his body. He immediately summoned the Chaos Pearl to protect himself, and a purple light screen enveloped his entire body to protect him!

Jun Mingquan finally stopped attacking and began to observe carefully. He found that these Chaos Gods had extremely rich expressions, as if they were the Chaos Gods of the past reborn, and even understood their predecessors better than he did when he was reborn!

"No! I correspond to the law of death. What is dead is dead! There is no possibility of rebirth unless one understands the law of life and death. Otherwise, there is no possibility of rebirth! Then who are they?" For a moment, Jun Mingquan seemed to have understood something, but he did not truly understand it.

Jun Mingquan closed his eyes tightly and slowly immersed himself in his mind. Everything around him seemed to be the same as others facing an attack from a chaotic demon god, and had nothing to do with him!

At this moment, Jun Mingquan was constantly observing everything about himself, from the birth of the Chaos Demon God who had transmigrated and been reborn, all the way to his death and his own transmigration and rebirth, and then to the battles he experienced in the chaos.

Through countless trials, from meeting Pangu, to nearly dying to save him, to Pangu watching over him day and night, preaching to him, and helping him cultivate, to the present scene!

Scenes of life-or-death battles flashed through Jun Mingquan's mind, striking straight to his core!

"No, I am who I am. Even if I am reborn, I am still me. I am not someone else. I am not the Chaos Demon God of the past!" Suddenly, Jun Mingquan's eyes widened, and he roared with a resolute and determined expression!

With Jun Mingquan's roar, all the chaotic demons around him vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed. The surrounding area was no longer shrouded in mist, but instead filled with dazzling light and bustling activity.

At this moment, Jun Mingquan found himself standing on a pedestrian overpass. Cars came and went below, and the neon lights on the roadside flashed dazzling colors, constantly showcasing the luxury and extravagance of the modern city!

In a daze, a young couple, carrying an infant, slowly walked from the roadside. The young couple kept talking about something along the way, and they were very caring towards the infant, afraid that the infant might be uncomfortable in the slightest!

Suddenly the scene shifts to a snowy day when a fire breaks out in a residential building. Figures rush out of the building, and black smoke rises until it merges with the clouds in the sky!

"Wow! Wow! Wow!..."

The cries of the baby echoed in my ears like a desolate scene from another world. How many people know or can understand the pain of losing parents? From then on, the baby became an orphan!

Time flies, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye. The scene is frozen on a dilapidated street corner, where a child of only six or seven years old is dressed in tattered clothes, and a stench of decay is constantly emanating from him, as if he were a garbage can that has not been emptied for decades, emitting an unbearable smell.

The child was happily munching on a slightly moldy piece of dry bread that had just been dug out of the trash!

The child's face was beaming with satisfaction. The hunger and cold of the past few days had been swept away by this piece of bread, leaving no trace on his face.

Time passed, and in a dark room, a dozen or so children around ten years old were staring at a piece of bread in front of them. Although these children were dressed more neatly now, their eyes, which were looking at the bread on the table, could not hide the hunger in them.

After a long while, only a boy dressed in black with a cold gaze was left in the room, eating bread in front of countless corpses. His eyes were filled with cruelty and cold-bloodedness, but not with a bloodthirsty calm.

Time flies. In a small bedroom, a cold-looking man of eighteen or nineteen, dressed in black, holds a short blade and slowly wipes away the rolling blood droplets and streaks on it.

It was his first mission, but the assassin showed none of the discomfort or tension that others displayed. He remained completely calm, as if killing someone was nothing more than swatting a mosquito.

Time seemed to stand still. A tall, slender young woman, nearing twenty, wearing a red short skirt, with flowing, elegant long hair and a face as delicate as a lotus flower, walked side by side with a man in his early twenties along a tree-lined path.

The scene shifts, a high-end sports car speeds past the intersection, and a beautiful figure rolls across the road, leaving behind streaks of blood and a pool of bright red blood, like a withered orchid in a secluded valley, its clear sound echoing in the turbid world!

A flawless version after careful inspection!

The scene freezes on a young man in his early twenties, standing blankly in front of a row of tombstones, coldly staring at the group of tombstones before him. It is impossible to tell which tombstone he is looking at, or whether there is any joy or sorrow in his eyes.

The only thing I could see was a face full of bitterness from years of hardship, a face that had seen through the coldness and warmth of the world, a face that had seen through the fickleness of human relationships!

Unbeknownst to Jun Mingquan, he was already in tears. Scenes that had been hidden deep in his heart, scenes that Jun Mingquan thought he had completely forgotten, were all vivid in his mind. He never thought that one day he could relive those memories!

The emotional impact caused his mind to waver. At this moment, Jun Mingquan was in the midst of his own tribulation, a tribulation of the heart. Having experienced vicissitudes and seen through the world, he should not be disturbed or moved by external things.

"No, that's not right. I still have friends, relatives, and brothers. Pangu is my brother." With a sudden shout, Jun Mingquan slowly regained consciousness and found himself still in the boundless chaos, only now the boundless gray mist was gone!

At this moment, everything became clear and distinct. Jun Mingquan clearly discovered that he was standing on the shore of a lake that was nearly a hundred miles in size, with boundless blue soil beneath his feet, constantly emanating an endless aura of life.

Like the source of all life, the starting point of all life, the endless clear lake water constantly shimmers with endless brilliance, but unfortunately, although there is a breath of life, there is no life itself.

In the center of the lake lies a small black island, dozens of miles in size, exuding an endless aura of death. It must be admitted that such an island is truly unusual, as it can be contained within an endless aura of life!

Perhaps this explains from another perspective that life and death are like the relationship between yin and yang, where they are mutually generating and restraining, interdependent, and inseparable; neither yin nor yang can exist in isolation.

Giant rocks, spanning nearly two hundred miles in circumference, drifted in the chaos, within which lay lands of extreme life and death. The lake water was even more extraordinary, the legendary Three Lights Divine Water, a primordial substance that should have appeared at the dawn of creation, yet it was discovered by Jun Mingquan.

Jun Mingquan remembered that in his previous life, it was said that the pure bottle in the hands of Guanyin Bodhisattva contained the Three Lights Divine Water, but it was only a small bottle. Nuwa also used the Three Lights Divine Water to create humans. Now, Jun Mingquan has a whole lake of the Three Lights Divine Water.

After careful examination for a long time, Jun Mingquan finally discovered that the blue soil was the legendary Nine Heavens Breath Soil, covering an area of ​​over a hundred miles in circumference, with the lake also spanning nearly a hundred miles. The small island in the middle was one he had never heard of before, but it must be extraordinary, and also several dozen miles in size.

Just as Jun Mingquan was busy studying in a daze, Pangu also arrived at Jun Mingquan's side, carefully sensing everything around him. Pangu was also somewhat surprised, not expecting that there would be such a powerful aura of life and death here.

The Great Dao is truly unfathomable. There is no corresponding Chaos Demon God for the two laws of life and death. At this moment, all the Chaos Spirits of life and death are returned to Jun Mingquan. After all, Jun Mingquan is the destined person corresponding to the two laws of life and death. Although he is not the corresponding Chaos Demon God, he is still the Chaos Demon God chosen by the two laws.