Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Pangu’s Dao Body

Pangu’s Daoist Temple.

Boundless darkness pervaded, where matter did not exist and the Great Dao was absent. It resembled a massive black hole devouring everything, impossible to perceive light or darkness, indistinct to differentiate between yin and yang.

In the darkness, one after another gray bubble floated, like infinite worlds constantly evolving—either perishing or enduring.

Two beams of light fell into Pangu’s Daoist Temple.

But even with immortal light of the Great Dao, it could not illuminate the thick chaos.

"Your Majesty, legends say that before the heavens and earth were created, there existed a substance older than chaos. Is this true?" Qin Yu asked with a face full of curiosity.

"Naturally."

The Emperor said: "Before the Primordial Chaos was divided, no living being could emerge."

"Beneath the Primordial Chaos, there once evolved the Five Innate Elements: Taiyi, Taichu, Taishi, Taisu, and Taiji."

"You must have heard of the Five Innate Elements Divine Mountain, haven’t you?"

Qin Yu nodded.

Boom!

The Emperor spread open his palm, and a Divine Mountain about an inch square slowly rose. It had form yet no substance; even though Qin Yu sensed its aura, he couldn’t see it with his naked eye.

"The Five Innate Elements represent the five stages of the universe’s gestation."

"Among these five Divine Mountains, I possess only one. The other four—one is in Yuanzu’s hands, one was once held by the Chaotic Demon God, but now its whereabouts are unknown."

Qin Yu grew thoughtful.

The Five Innate Elements Divine Mountain was likely a treasure on par with the Nine Great Spirit Roots of Heaven and Earth, or perhaps even surpassing it.

"Pangu’s Daoist Temple, rootless and boundless, is actually the universe in its Taiyi form."

"Since that’s the case, could that Taiyi Divine Mountain be here?" Qin Yu stirred internally.

"It should be."

The Emperor lightly nodded.

The two proceeded deeper into Pangu’s Daoist Temple.

"Wheeze… wheeze…"

A strange noise rang out. The Emperor turned towards the sound and saw Formless Demon Lord panting heavily, hands supporting a dark gold shard—likely a fragment of a weapon, but no one knew what material it was made of.

Formless Demon Lord was transporting it with extreme difficulty.

Despite his mana, he was utterly incapable of activating the dark gold shard or storing it in his Purple Palace.

"Your Majesty, I know this person. He cultivates the Formless Celestial Demon Sutra, calls himself Formless Demon Lord, indulges in debauchery, and is guilty of heinous crimes," Qin Yu said with killing intent surging. "Shall we eliminate him and rid the world of a menace?"

"He belongs to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. Do not move against him for now," the Emperor said lightly. Of course, he did not care about Formless Demon Lord himself, but Heaven’s Secret Pavilion demanded attention.

A place that transcended the oversight of the Heavenly Dao, recklessly lawless—there was no way the Emperor could ignore it.

"Fine, we’ll spare him this time," Qin Yu said helplessly.

Formless Demon Lord shuddered in his heart.

He couldn’t see the figures of those two, yet he sensed an intense murderous aura.

"Fucking hell, this Pangu’s Daoist Temple is way too terrifying—what the hell is staring at me?" The Formless Demon Lord swore in his heart, not daring to voice it aloud.

"This piece of weapon fragment must be from before the creation of the heavens. Gotta let the Master appraise it when I get back," he thought.

The Son of Heaven and Qin Yu slowly departed.

Boundlessly vast, Pangu’s Daoist Temple suppressed all Great Dao, making Qin Yu deeply uneasy.

"How truly bizarre," Qin Yu frowned. "How could entities like Pangu and the Chaotic Demon Gods, not to mention the Five Innate Elements or the nine great Spirit Roots, possibly emerge in such an environment?"

With the Great Dao restrained, creativity stifled, even the most fundamental Great Dao rules struggled to manifest. This was a world utterly devoid of order.

"Everything is possible," The Son of Heaven remarked lightly. "Qin Yu, though you are a cultivator of the Three Yuan Proof, you remain far too ignorant of the universe’s deepest secrets.

"Do you understand why those from the Qing Xuan plane even entered the Pangu universe?"

"Aren’t they here for Pangu’s Daoist Temple?" Qin Yu asked, puzzled.

"That’s but one reason," The Son of Heaven stated. "Whether Pangu truly transcended remains unproven. Their venture here also seeks evidence.

"More crucially, however, the Pangu universe grew naturally.

"From absolute nothingness, emerging and maturing over mere billions of years—a force near rivaling the Qing Xuan plane’s tens of trillions of years of heritage. Such a thing could never happen by chance.

"Perhaps the secret to transcending existence… lies within the mystery of cosmic genesis itself."

"Even Your Majesty doesn’t know?" Qin Yu exclaimed, astonished.

In his mind, The Son of Heaven embodied the Heavenly Dao itself—its very incarnation. Could secrets truly exist beyond the Heavenly Dao’s grasp?

"Do not forget," The Son of Heaven said pensively, "the Heavenly Dao achieved true wholeness only after Nuwa’s Repairing the heavens."

Before that, the Heavenly Dao too, was merely a blank slate.

Qin Yu’s understanding suddenly broadened. The secret they pursued was the universe’s ultimate truth.

"With Your Majesty’s unparalleled gift, transcendent ascension is certain," Qin Yu declared solemnly—his words neither flattery nor hollow, but sincere from the heart.

"Transcendence?" A light, humorless chuckle escaped The Son of Heaven as he shook his head.

He bore Mandate of Heaven, merging Heavenly Dao into mortal form—gaining power rivaling transcendents, yet shackled by the Heavenly Dao itself.

He felt it deepening its corruption within him day by day. This lifetime… offered him no path to transcendence.

"They were right up ahead."

Son of Heaven gathered his thoughts, his voice slightly lowered.

Qin Yu looked solemn.

"Hahaha!"

A long laugh resounded in the vast, boundless cosmos. The Ancient God of Origin, holding the Origin Dao Seed in one hand and a duster in the other, gazed at Son of Heaven and said, "I never expected that even Your Majesty would grow weary of solitude and enter Pangu’s Daoist Temple."

"He is not the Heavenly Way yet; barely still a human," Yuanzu said indifferently. "As long as one is human, they have seven emotions and six desires; it’s impossible to avoid."

Son of Heaven stood tall, his gaze sweeping around at the crowd in all directions.

The group of people was divided into many factions.

The twelve Immortal Emperors from the Qing Xuan plane, although from the same universe, appeared as one faction overall, yet they came from different sects and forces.

Once a battle broke out, they would certainly fight for their own camps.

The people from the Pangu universe also harbored ulterior motives.

Those who cultivated to the Three Yuan Proof all had dreams of transcendence and could not work for the benefit of others.

"Your Majesty, look."

At that moment, Qin Yu sensed the anomaly in the cosmos; a terrifying aura was brewing ahead, as if nurturing a great evil, extremely powerful.

Son of Heaven looked ahead.

It was an enormous body, shaped like a human, yet completely naked. His skin bore profound patterns, and his meridians resembled dragons, emitting a domineering aura of the primordial times.

"Pangu’s Dao Body?"

Son of Heaven’s eyes flickered slightly.

"Your Majesty has good eyesight."

Si Ming spoke indifferently, "This flesh body is precisely the one left by the Great God Pangu. It is rumored in the world that Pangu performed the creation of the heavens and evolved the Yuan Realm with his flesh, naming it the ancestral home."

"No one expected that the true Pangu’s Dao Body had been hidden all along in Pangu’s Daoist Temple."

Son of Heaven’s face was as calm as an ancient well.

With Pangu’s Dao Body slumbering here, probably no one dared to determine whether Pangu was truly dead or not.

It must be known that a Chaos God Demon capable of creation of the heavens, that level of power was possibly above even the Heavenly Emperor and Son of Heaven.

Even Zun could resurrect, why couldn’t Pangu?

No one dared to act rashly.

Zun was full of hatred in his eyes; this was his sworn enemy.

He really wanted to go up and confirm Pangu’s life or death.

But he was not a fool.

To go up now would be plain cannon fodder.

The scene was silent, the atmosphere extremely eerie.

"Since Pangu’s Dao Body is in the Daoist Temple, he indeed failed to transcend," Li Ruoyu said, a trace of gloom passing deep in his eyes.

"But in legends, Pangu’s flesh evolved the Yuan Realm; why does it appear here again?"

Li Ruoyu was very puzzled.

This matter was recorded in all the classics.

"Did you forget the method of transcendence I told you about?" Lin Qianmo said.

"You mean the one that evolved the Yuan Realm was Pangu’s flesh body, and this one is also Pangu’s flesh body?" Li Ruoyu shuddered, instantly understanding the whole situation.

Cut off the past, cut off the present, cut off the future.

With each self-severing, a Dao Body was shed.

Only after shedding the past self, present self, and future self could one be truly complete.

Only then could one transcend.

"Then is this flesh body the present self or the future self?" Li Ruoyu’s breathing became slightly rapid; if it were the future self, it would mean that Pangu had transcended.

"I told you, Pangu did not transcend."

Lin Qianmo shook her head.

"This one is the present self."

Li Ruoyu’s gaze was profound.

If even someone as powerful as Pangu could not transcend through self-severing, how strong must Lin Qianmo have been before transcending?