The tender leaves of the Chaos Silver Branch stretched out in the void, and the Profound Yellow Qi flowing between the veins of the leaves intertwined with the eternal gray mist to form a net.
Taichu gazed at the scene of the Primordial Origin World reflected on the leaf—the gray-white star marks on the foreheads of every cultivator resonated with the mysterious yellow light emanating from the right hand of the Lord of Eternal Silence.
"This is not pollution, but purification..."
The fragments of the Taichu Heaven Measuring Ruler suddenly flew back from the surface of the coffin and reformed into a completely new form in his palm.
The Heaven Measuring Ruler was wrapped in Star Chain, yet it emitted a pure, mysterious yellow light.
The Lord of Eternal Silence slowly raised his right hand, and the vortex of the Guixu Sea Eye suddenly stopped.
At this moment, the shattered Western deities, the fragments of Eastern Daoist magic, and the sparks of civilization floating in the Chaos Sea are all frozen in time and space.
Only the seventy-two silver leaves continue to grow, each leaf extending a glistening root that penetrates into the Primordial World of different times and spaces.
The roots of the Six-Eared Macaque Divine Tree suddenly felt a sharp pain, and the Chaos Ancestral Blood boiled in its veins.
He saw that the remaining gold patterns behind his ear were turning grayish-white, exactly the same color as the left eye of the Lord of Eternal Silence.
"Master, my memories..."
Six-Eared Macaque suddenly clutched his head, and countless unfamiliar images exploded in his mind—he saw himself in a world swallowed by eternal silence, having cleaved three thousand Fallen God with the Heaven Opening Axe.
Pangu Qiong's Bronze Battle Axe clattered to the ground.
The battle-hardened Great Elder of the Pangu tribe knelt on one knee, Bronze Sacred Blood seeping from the corner of his eye. "So we... were all..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Star Chain on the left hand of the Lord of Eternal Silence suddenly straightened.
At the other end of the chain was the phantom image of the thirty-sixth generation Pangu Clan Leader!
Those heroic ancestors who were later praised, now floated expressionlessly in the gray mist, their foreheads all bearing the same star marks as in the Taichu.
"Guardian of Reincarnation." The voice of the Lord of Eternal Silence echoed through the rifts in space and time.
"In every lifetime you have been trying to stop me, yet you have also been perfecting me without me even realizing it. Is this pathetic or laughable...?"
The Taichu Profound Yellow Dao Seed suddenly left the body, drawing a dazzling light trail in the void.
When the Hundun Seed touched the Profound Yellow Qi in the right hand of the Lord of Eternal Silence, a bronze altar rose from the depths of the Guixu Sea Eye.
Seven oil lamps were placed on the altar, their wicks burning with the seven emotions of the first generation—joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire.
"; This is...";
Nuwa's Five-Colored Stone flew automatically to the altar, casting different colored halos of light on each oil lamp. "The Primordial Chaos Heart Lamp?"
Zeus's remaining divine consciousness suddenly emitted a mournful wail.
The fragments of the Thunder Scepter transformed into Liu Guang, which were then channeled into the wick of the "Wrath" lamp.
Immediately afterwards, Odin's single eye fell into the "Sorrow" lamp.
Satan's devil horns sank into the "evil" lamp...
In an instant, the origins of the Twelve Main Gods returned to their rightful places, and the Western pantheon collapsed in the blink of an eye.
Taichu took a step forward, and yin-yang Dao patterns appeared beneath his feet.
He finally understood why the First Generation White Emperor had gouged out his eyes and severed his arms—it was to separate the seven emotions that had been corrupted!
The true function of the Profound Yellow Dao Seed is to act as a purifying vessel, transforming the Eternal Silence Source into nourishment for the world.
"So the Seven Venerable Ones of Hongmeng were a purification channel you deliberately left behind..."
Taichu looked towards the direction of the Primordial Origin World, where the natal stars of Tian Shu and the others were flashing intensely.
The gray mist in the Lord of Eternal Silence's left eye suddenly dissipated, revealing a pupil as bright as a star.
Deep within those pupils, the scene before the birth of the Primordial World was reflected.
The First Generation Pangu and the Lord of Eternal Silence were originally one, inseparable like light and shadow.
The imbalance of power caused by the tribe's descendants opening up the Primordial Wilderness led to subsequent disasters.
The roots of the Six-Eared Macaque sacred tree suddenly pierced the bottom of the altar, pulling out a forgotten memory crystal.
The scene sealed within the crystal caused all the Pangu Warrior to kneel and weep: Each patriarch, before their death, would come alone to the Ruins of Return and pour their life's cultivation into Bronze Coffin...
"Balance, what we have guarded for generations, has never been mere destruction."
Pangu Qiong picked up the battle axe, and the inscriptions on the axe blade were being reforged.
In an instant, the tender leaves of the Chaos Silver Branch suddenly shone brightly.
Within the star map formed by the veins of the leaves, three thousand parallel worlds and the coordinates of the Primordial Wilderness emerge.
In every world there is a Chaos Divine Tree, and at the top of each tree stands a Gravekeeper who resembles the Taichu One.
"You want to restart the cycle of reincarnation?" The Taichu Profound Yellow Dao Seed suddenly split, half remaining within the body and half flying towards the Lord of Eternal Silence. "Just like the previous seventy-two cycles?"
The Guixu Sea Eye suddenly began to tremble violently.
The Star Chain on the left hand of the Lord of Eternal Silence suddenly broke, and the phantom of the thirty-sixth generation Pangu Clan Leader vanished like smoke.
The chain fragments reassembled in mid-air, coalescing into the shape of a key, which was then inserted into the lock of the Bronze Coffin.
"But this time is different." For the first time, the Lord of Eternal Silence's voice showed emotion. "You possess the Chaos Silver Branch."
Tai Chu Taichu turned around and looked at the divine tree that was growing wildly.
Seventy-two main branches pierce through different times and spaces, their root systems intertwined with the origins of countless worlds.
Hanging on one of the branches was a scene that shook his very soul—in a Primordial Wilderness untouched by eternal silence, Six-Eared Macaque was teaching the young Taichu One how to cultivate.
"Choose." The body of the Lord of Eternal Silence began to fade, the gray mist and the Profound Yellow Qi separating. "Restore balance with the silver branch, or..."
A sudden flash of sword light abruptly cut off the rest of the text.
Ten thousand Liu Guang flew from the direction of the Primordial Origin World, and the leader of them was none other than Xuan Yuan, who should have been seriously injured!
The fallen angel's feather that had been stuck in his chest was gone, replaced by a pulsating Seed of Eternal Silence.
"Traitor!" Xuan Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, and the long sword in his hand was shrouded in corrupted Profound Yellow Qi. "You actually conspired with the world-destroying beast!"
Before Taichu could explain, 129,600 sword lights swept in from all directions.
These sword energies actually contain a strange power resulting from the fusion of East and West—within the framework of Eastern Daoist magic, the power of Western pantheon's faith flows!
"Senior brother, no!" The roots of the Six-Eared Macaque Divine Tree formed a barrier. "They've only been corrupted!"
But by then, it was too late.
The first wave of sword rain touched the gray mist true form of the Lord of Eternal Silence like sparks falling into an oil depot.
The entire Guixu Sea Eye instantly erupted with blinding white light, and the tender leaves of the seventy-two Chaos Silver Branch curled and withered at the same time.
Taichu watched helplessly as the images of those parallel worlds went out one by one.
"Foolish!" The right half of the Lord of Eternal Silence suddenly exploded, and the Profound Yellow Qi rained down like a storm. "Now we can only..."
Suddenly, a giant hand wrapped in Star Chain reached out from the coffin and grabbed Taichu and Six-Eared Macaque.
In the last moment before his consciousness faded into darkness, Taichu saw an emotion he had never imagined—despair—in the left eye of the Lord of Eternal Silence.
The darkness lasted perhaps a moment, or perhaps forever.
When the Taichu opened its eyes again, it found itself standing in nothingness.
The roots of the Six-Eared Macaque divine tree floated beside him, their ends connected to seventy-two dim points of light.
"This is the gap between reincarnations," the voice of the Lord of Eternal Silence echoed from all directions, though his form remained unseen. "Those fools detonated the Final Tribulation."
Taichu tried to summon the Heaven Measuring Ruler, but found that he could not even sense the Profound Yellow Dao Seed.
Only the star mark on his forehead remained burning hot, faintly resonating with a distant point of light.
"Each point of light represents a Primordial World heading towards destruction."
Six-Eared Macaque suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a weariness that didn't belong to him, "Master, we have failed seventy-two times."
Scenes unfold in the void: in a certain world, the Taichu chose to perish together with eternal silence, causing the collapse of the Primordial Wilderness;
In a certain timeline, Six-Eared Macaque attempted to seal the Void, which resulted in an even greater catastrophe.
The closest they came was when Pangu Qiong led all his warriors in a sacrifice, which only delayed the progress by tens of millions of years.
"But this time is different." The Taichu reached out and touched the point of light that resonated with him. "The Chaos Silver Branch has already..."
His words came to an abrupt end.
In the image of that point of light, the First Generation White Emperor did not gouge out his eyes or sever his arms, but rather implanted something into his forehead!
As the image zoomed in, the blood of the Taichu instantly froze—it was clearly a seed of a Chaos Silver Branch!
"You finally remembered."
The Lord of Eternal Silence's voice suddenly became younger, and the gray mist condensed into a white-robed youth who was about the same age as the Taichu Beginning.
"I am the hope that separated you during your seventy-second reincarnation."
At that moment, the void shattered with a deafening roar.
Taichu found himself standing in the Pangu Ancestral Hall of the Primordial Origin World, but everything here was shrouded in an amber-colored stagnation of time.
The 120,000 warriors remained in their charging stance, Nuwa's Five-Colored Stone hung in mid-air, and even the drifting dust remained still.
Only the bronze cauldron at the center of the altar, slowly rotating, displayed images that caused the Taichu spirit to tremble:
The axe used by the First Generation Pangu to create the world was formed from a silver branch that emitted nine-colored light.
"The so-called creation of heaven and earth is just the surface that everyone sees..."
The white-robed youth sat on the edge of the cauldron, his legs swinging gently. "The true history is that the First Generation Pangu split himself in two, the pure half becoming the Primordial Wilderness, and the polluted half..."
"The polluted half became the Lord of Eternal Silence."
"The Taichu continued, memories flooding back," he said, "And the Chaos Silver Branch is the balancer."
The boy smiled and nodded, his figure becoming transparent. "Each cycle strengthens the silver branch, and this time it has finally matured."
Time began to flow again.
Taichu rushed out of the ancestral hall, he saw a sight that made heaven and earth pale in comparison:
At the top of the withered, Chaos Silver Branch, a nine-colored flower blooms, stretching across the heavens and earth.
Countless familiar figures stood on the petals— Taichu and Six-Eared Macaque from various parallel worlds!
The ultimate truth of the Primordial World is revealed at this moment: eternal silence and Hundun are two sides of the same coin, and reincarnation is not for annihilation, but for finding a way to balance.
The Chaos Silver Branch is the ultimate answer left behind by the First Generation Pangu.
When the Taichu flew toward the Nine-Colored Flower, all the "selves" in parallel worlds simultaneously reached out.
Seventy-two Profound Yellow Dao Seed merged at the heart of the flower, condensing into a heaven-opening weapon with a silver branch as its handle and Star Chain as its blade.
Below, at the Guixu Sea Eye, the fully-formed Lord of Eternal Silence finally broke free from his restraints.
But this time, in the depths of His left eye, the Taichu saw a faint hint of expectation.
"Let's settle this once and for all," the Taichu voice of all time proclaimed. "For the eternal continuation of a truly perfect world."
Along the trajectory of the silver branch piercing the sky, the phantom images of seventy-two new universes bloomed.
This is a strike that transcends reincarnation, containing the experience and hope of all failed timelines.
As the light engulfed the Lord of Eternal Silence, the Taichu finally heard His last whisper, "Thank you. I don't know if this time it will succeed..."