The Momentary Loss of Composure Was Entirely Due to Chang

The Saint Changqing saw all my earlier outburst!

Will he think I'm too savage?

Below Buzhou Mountain.

Sensing Lu Changqing's gaze, Houtu's cheeks flushed.

She secretly regretted: It's all Zhu Rong's fault!

He ruined her image in front of Fellow Daoist Changqing.

Suppressing her shyness, she returned before Lu Changqing and said with a light smile, "Fellow Daoist, you've seen a joke."

"The Witch Clan's sparring has always been like this."

Lu Changqing chuckled, "It's nothing. This battle was truly spectacular!

This was his first time witnessing the Witch Clan's combat.

As expected of a race renowned for its physical prowess.

Fists and feet clashed, with no external aids, relying solely on their physiques to contend.

Truly valiant!

Houtu hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Was I... too reckless just now?"

"Will Fellow Daoist think I'm unreasonable?"

Lu Changqing said gently, "Not at all!

This is true nature."

"Being genuine is best. I appreciate your outwardly gentle yet inwardly strong personality!"

These were meant as comforting words.

After all, no woman wants to be seen as fierce.

Who knew that these words, when heard by Houtu, carried a different meaning.

Hearing Lu Changqing say he admired her, Houtu's heart raced, and her face grew hot.

Fellow Daoist Changqing's words... could it be...?

Does he truly think that?

Does this count as confessing his feelings?

If it's sincere, then I...

Houtu stole a glance at Lu Changqing, her blush deepening.

In her eyes, Lu Changqing was refined and elegant, with an extraordinary bearing.

To benefit the Primordial World, he didn't hesitate to use his own Merit to inspire all beings.

Such magnanimity was admirable.

The more she thought about it, the more perfect Lu Changqing seemed in every way.

To say she wasn't moved would be self-deception.

Seeing Houtu remain silent for a long time, Lu Changqing looked up and was surprised.

What's wrong with this girl?

Her face is as red as a ripe apple!

"What's wrong, Fellow Daoist?"

"Why is your face so flushed?"

Lu Changqing asked, puzzled.

Houtu was too embarrassed to speak, and whispered, "Perhaps it's the blood surging from the fight just now!"

"I'll take my leave for a moment!"

She then hastily departed.

Lu Changqing stood stunned.

Caused by the fight?

Isn't that reaction a bit too late?

Besides, why the blushing? Zhu Rong was the one who got beaten.

Did I misread the situation?

In the shadows.

Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin were observing in secret.

They had intended to mediate the dispute.

Arriving a step late, they saw Lu Changqing present and chose to remain hidden and watch.

Little sister blushed just now?

How strange! I haven't seen her act so shy in years.

Zhu Jiuyin exclaimed in surprise.

Having accompanied each other for ten thousand years, he had never seen Houtu so bashful.

Judging by the way she left, she was clearly overcome with emotion.

There must be something peculiar going on!

Di Jiang mused, "Could little sister... have developed feelings for Saint Changqing?"

She is in love with Saint Changqing?

Zhu Jiuyin was stunned at first, then rejoiced, "Wonderful! This is a momentous occasion!

If they were to become Dao companions, wouldn't that be a tremendous fortune for the Witch Clan?

Then the Witch Clan would have a Saint as a son-in-law!

More importantly, if they joined Wuji Heaven, they wouldn't be considered subservient.

There's no such thing as dependence among relatives!"

Although Di Jiang had considered this, it ultimately depended on Saint Changqing's wishes.

Thinking further now was pointless.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

The Witch Clan was preparing for the grand sacrificial ceremony.

Before Pangu Hall, a majestic altar stood tall.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood solemnly in front, their expressions devout.

Behind them, thousands of Witch Clan members stood in solemn reverence.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood upon the altar, chanting ancient incantations and performing peculiar movements.

In Lu Changqing's eyes, the scene resembled a folk shaman dancing for the gods.

However, this was no ordinary sacrifice—each incantation resonated with the laws of heaven and earth.

As the ritual continued, the fluctuations in the laws grew increasingly intense.

Countless Witch Clan disciples knelt in devout worship.

With a thunderous roar!

A surge of immense Blood Essence erupted from within Pangu Hall, instantly enveloping the entire altar.

The cultivation of all Witch Clan members improved, with those possessing purer bloodlines benefiting the most.

Despite their purest bloodlines, the Twelve Ancestral Witches could hardly advance further.

They were only a hair's breadth away from the Hunyuan Great Luo realm, their physical cultivation having reached its peak.

Lu Changqing stood observing the ceremony, a flicker of interest in his eyes.

What profound mysteries did this ancient hall hold?

Pangu had fallen countless eons ago. Even if remnants remained, they should have dissipated without anyone to oversee them.

Yet, the Witch Clan's annual sacrifice had never been interrupted, indicating that the mysteries within the hall persisted.

This made him even more curious—what wonders lay within?

He felt a sense of premonition: this hall might bring unexpected joy.

"Brother Daoist, would you permit me to enter the hall for a look?"

Lu Changqing asked Di Jiang directly.

All the Ancestral Witches were surprised by his request.

The hall contained only Father God's heart, nothing else of value.

However, they were powerless to help an outsider enter.

"Saint Changqing, you may not know, but Pangu Hall does not permit outsiders to enter."

Even a Saint would find it difficult to force their way in.

"The Pangu pressure within the hall is unbearable even for a Saint."

Di Jiang replied truthfully.

Though he wished to oblige, he was unable to.

The might of Pangu's pressure was such that even Saints had to retreat.

Lu Changqing nodded slightly.

Given the Pangu pressure, it was indeed not a place for Saints to enter.

In the past, Pangu had already reached the half-step Great Dao, far beyond what Hunyuan could compare to.

At this moment, he faintly sensed a call from within the hall.

After a moment of thought, he spoke, "Since that is the case, allow me to try."

If I cannot find the way in, I shall naturally give up.

What do you all think?

Di Jiang and the other Ancestral Witches looked at each other in silence.

Pangu Hall was the sacred land of the Witch Clan, and outsiders were not normally allowed to enter.

However, Lu Changqing had been immensely kind to the Witch Clan—he had helped the Twelve Ancestral Witches refine their Primordial Spirits, bringing blessings to countless Witch folk.

Di Jiang said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist Changqing is permitted to enter."

"However, whether he can achieve his goal depends entirely on his opportunity."

The others had no objections either.

Lu Changqing nodded, this promise was enough.

That unseen call was indeed not an illusion, further fueling his desire to explore.

His connection with Pangu was originally just talk; what within the hall was sensing him?

He strode directly towards Pangu Hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, a vast pressure surged like a tide, its power more immense than the Heavenly Dao.

Lu Changqing's steps faltered.

Seeing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches knew he had encountered the Father God's pressure.

"If not for the Father God's pressure protecting us, Yuanshi and the other Saints would have long ago been unable to resist their desire to pry."

Zhu Rong said in a deep voice.

"It is precisely because Pangu's pressure has existed since ancient times that even Saints find it difficult to cross its boundary."

"Even if the Dao Ancestor himself were to arrive, he would be helpless!"

As he spoke, they suddenly saw Lu Changqing take another step forward.

Behind him, nine hundred and ninety-nine ** Golden Lights of Merit suddenly appeared!

The golden wheel was as brilliant as the sun in the sky, Its radiance was immense, making it impossible to look directly at.

That magnificent golden light made the Witch folk present dizzy and sway.

"Heavens!

Such vast Golden Lights of Merit!

Are they all transformed from Merit?

Unbelievable...

To accumulate such a massive amount of Merit!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches also showed expressions of shock.

"Is this the method of those with profound Merit?!

Lu Changqing is actually using the Golden Lights of Merit to protect himself and enter safely?"

"Fellow Daoist Changqing has truly entered!"

Houtu exclaimed in surprise.

With the nine hundred and ninety-nine ** Golden Lights of Merit on his back, Pangu's pressure had no effect on Lu Changqing.

He calmly walked into the depths of the hall.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were all dumbfounded.

"So, those with profound Merit are truly unrestrained by anything!"

"In the past, I still had doubts, but seeing it with my own eyes today, I know the rumors are not false!!!"

The peak of Buzhou Mountain.

Inside Pangu Hall.

The nine hundred and ninety-nine ** Golden Lights of Merit hung behind him, and the power of vast Merit enveloped Lu Changqing's body, Making him feel as if he were bathed in warm sunlight.

"The power of Merit is indeed profoundly mysterious!

Its uses are too numerous to describe."

The Primordial World is vast, with few places that can resist it."

Lu Changqing sighed inwardly.

Bearing such Merit, he could come and go freely even in the Chaos beyond the heavens.

He walked deeper into the heart of the hall, and saw a colossal, still-pulsating crimson heart.

This was the Heart of Pangu, each beat sending ripples of blood mist outwards.

Even after eons, this heart still thrummed with life.

The blood pool beneath it was formed from Pangu's blood.

Though not condensed from his vital essence, it could nurture the children of the Witch Clan.

Xing Tian, Kuafu, and other Great Witches were all born here, hence their extraordinary foundations.

Lu Changqing's divine sense stirred, detecting that the inexplicable summons originated from within the heart—

not from the surface, but from its interior!

His figure flickered, and he plunged directly into Pangu's heart.

His vision suddenly cleared, and he found himself in an endless crimson world.

The surroundings were all stained blood-red, yet the space was remarkably stable, showing no signs of collapse.

Vast Blood Essence filled the expanse, causing Lu Changqing to harbor doubts: Had the Great God Pangu truly perished?

If he had died and vanished, why was the interior of his heart like this?

Could there still be a trace of life?

Lu Changqing activated his Spiritual Power and called out loudly, "Great God Pangu! Are you still here?"

"If so, please reveal yourself!"

Hum—

The pervasive Blood Essence suddenly converged, forming a towering figure.

Pangu's face gradually became clear.

Lu Changqing was momentarily stunned.

You are quite straightforward… I just called out casually, and you actually appeared?

Pangu's expression was solemn as he looked at Lu Changqing, "Didn't you call me forth?"

Lu Changqing fell silent.

Facing such a direct Pangu, he was momentarily speechless.

Indeed… I did call him forth.

I just didn't expect my face to be so great?

Moreover, this way of meeting is too blunt, isn't it?

Lu Changqing's expression was subtle, and a few strange thoughts flashed through his mind.

Why does the Great God Pangu before me seem so simple?

Was the creator god who opened the heavens and earth just a blunt person?

This doesn't make sense…

If he were truly so simple, why would the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods have feared him back then?

Could it be that, like those Ancestral Witches, he just swung his axe at anyone who disagreed?

Lu Changqing stared at Pangu and asked, "When the Ancestral Witches came in earlier, why didn't you show yourself?"

From the fact that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had let him into the hall, he could tell—

these descendants had no idea Pangu still existed.

They all believed that Father God had perished after opening the sky, otherwise, they wouldn't have let him step foot into the sacred land.

Pangu calmly retorted, "What good would showing myself have done?"

"I am merely a wisp of obsession, about to dissipate yet not quite gone."

"I should have vanished with the workings of heaven and earth."

"It is entirely thanks to Fellow Daoist triggering the transformation of the Primordial World that I could re-condense my essence and manifest."

Lu Changqing suddenly understood.

This remnant consciousness was originally destined to vanish into thin air.

but because he pushed the world to ascend, it allowed Pangu's will to continue.

Perhaps this was also the reason the other party was willing to see him.

"I've appeared mainly to ask you about one matter, Fellow Daoist."

Pangu stared at him intently:

"Fellow Daoist... just who in the world are you?"

He had never seen such an existence—

one that could easily expand the boundaries of the Primordial World, create several Heavenly Dao Saints out of thin air, even the world's will bowed to him, and had even made Dao Ancestor Hongjun look like a beaten dog...

This was definitely not something ordinary great powers could do.

Lu Changqing sighed softly, "I'm ashamed to say, I'm just an ordinary cultivator, spending all my time thinking about how to squander Merit."

Boom!

Even though only his Primordial Spirit imprint remained, Pangu was still shaken by these words, his spiritual light flickering.

This was called ordinary?

This was called wanting to go bankrupt?

Since he had created heaven and earth, he had never met anyone so infuriating!

He thought back to when he battled the Chaos, chopping down three thousand Demon Gods with his axe, single-handedly resisting the Great Dao to open the Primordial World, when had he ever encountered such a person!

"Since Fellow Daoist's ambition lies in seeking the Dao, allow me to lend you a hand."

As Pangu spoke, two spheres of Dao rhythm appeared in his palm—

Hunyuan Nine Revolutions Heavenly Skill shone brilliantly, and Sky-Opening Nine Forms revealed its sharp edge.

These were his ultimate inheritances.

Lu Changqing's divine sense swept over them, and he was secretly astonished.

Although the former was not as good as his Great Dao-level skills, the Sky-Opening Nine Forms were indeed extremely profound.

"There is also a Primordial Seal."

Pangu said solemnly, "After refining it, you can wield the authority of the Primordial World."

The Primordial essence he had used to create the world back then, was now being offered to him with open hands.

Next, the Ancestral Witch Token appeared, "With this, you can command the entire Witch Clan."

"I have no connection with the Witch Clan, why are you, Fellow Daoist..."

Lu Changqing was truly confused.

"Good heavens—

He was even going to bestow the authority of the Primordial World's ruler upon him?

This treatment was even more generous than the System's!"

Pangu said in a deep voice, "In the past, I stopped at the threshold of Great Dao, only because the Primordial World had not truly reached perfection.

If Fellow Daoist can make all the heavens and myriad worlds protect the Primordial World—

perhaps I will have a chance to see the light of day again."

Lu Changqing suddenly understood.

So that's how it is!

Back then, Pangu's Sky-Opening was not fully completed, thus creating the standoff between Chaos and the Primordial World.

Now, he is pushing the world to advance, precisely to complete this monumental Sky-Opening endeavor!

When the Primordial World is truly perfected—