The Great Powers Gather at the Summit of Buzhou Mountain

The will-body of the Great God Pangu began to dissipate.

Taiqing's cave heaven and blessed land also began to dissolve, vanishing completely from sight in an instant.

"Father God, wait—I still wanted to ask how to stir the Merit of World Creation."

Taiqing reached out a hand, speaking hastily.

But the figure of the Great God Pangu had already vanished entirely before his eyes.

The Merit of World Creation held infinite profundity.

If he could actively draw upon the Merit of World Creation, even if the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun joined forces, they could not harm the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches in the slightest.

Yet after he had transformed and emerged into the world, that Merit of World Creation had hidden itself deep within his Primordial Spirit.

No matter how he tried to provoke it, the Merit of World Creation remained unmoved.

His plan to tap into the Merit of World Creation had fallen through, and only then did he think to ask the Great God Pangu.

"Heritage..."

As if in reply, the voice of the Great God Pangu came through, but Taiqing only caught the word "heritage"—the rest was too indistinct to hear.

"Heritage?

It seems everything must wait until the heritage manifests before I can truly stand firm in the Primordial World."

The matter circled back to the heritage, back to the unification of the Sanqing, waiting until Yuqing and Shangqing emerged into the world.

"No, I cannot sit idle and wait for death—ten eons.

Who knows what schemes those two old villains, the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, will hatch in ten eons?

I cannot let the initiative rest in others' hands; I must act proactively.

I'll go to the Eastern Sea and try my luck, see if I can encounter the Three Immortal Islands."

Taiqing immediately made up his mind and set out for the Eastern Sea to seek the Three Immortal Islands.

He was not one to hand the initiative over to others.

The Heavenly Dao and Hongjun were surely plotting something against him, the Sanqing, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Taiqing did not know that, because of him, the will of Pangu had manifested, shaking the entire Primordial World.

All Chaos Demon Gods reincarnated into the Primordial World to cultivate anew, including Hongjun, were rushing toward Buzhou Mountain.

Having planned his route in his mind, Taiqing spent some time atop Buzhou Mountain sensing the will of Pangu.

He tempered his Physical Body under Pangu's oppressive aura.

After offering three more incense sticks to Pangu's memorial tablet and paying devout homage, Taiqing unhurriedly made his way down Buzhou Mountain.

"Truly, until the time is right, not a single one of these Innate Spiritual Treasures or Spiritual Roots will emerge.

I thought I could rely on my foreknowledge to find a few Innate Spiritual Treasures or Spiritual Roots."

On Buzhou Mountain, Taiqing did not rush down to head for the Eastern Sea in search of the Three Immortal Islands.

Instead, he leisurely searched the mountain, hoping to stumble upon some opportunity.

Buzhou Mountain held no shortage of opportunities—the Innate Gourd Vine and its seven gourds.

The Innate Banana Tree, whose four banana leaves could stabilize the four phenomena of earth, water, fire, and wind, each a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

And the Innate Five Elements Pine, a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Root, among others.

Unfortunately, these Spiritual Treasures and Spiritual Roots were still gestating, and Taiqing could not sense the corresponding opportunities.

"Boom!"

Just then, a terrifying figure streaked swiftly across the sky above Taiqing.

That terrifying figure radiated the aura of the Five Elements Law—it was Old Ancestor Wuxing, rushing from his Daoist Arena.

"Oh? When did the oppressive will of Pangu on this Buzhou Mountain weaken to such a degree?

A mere ant of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal can withstand Pangu's pressure and reach this place?

Forget it—I'd better head to the summit of Buzhou Mountain first and see what's happening with Pangu.

Has he truly revived or not?"

Above, Old Ancestor Wuxing flew past, noticing Taiqing's figure. He let out a soft exclamation of surprise and shock, but his mind was on Pangu.

He paid no heed to Taiqing and headed straight for the summit of Buzhou Mountain.

Though from the mountainside upward, Pangu's oppressive will was such that even a Golden Immortal of the Origin could not withstand it.

But Old Ancestor Wuxing was no ordinary Golden Immortal of the Origin.

His Origin was that of the Five Elements Demon God, ranked among the foremost of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods of yore.

Relying on his reincarnated Chaos Demon God foundation and secret arts, he could briefly resist Pangu's pressure.

Going to the summit of Buzhou Mountain to investigate would not cost him much time.

Below, Taiqing's expression turned grave.

After Old Ancestor Wuxing departed, he immediately activated the Taiji Diagram to conceal his own information.

To be safe, Taiqing also used the Chaos Bell to disrupt all information in the area.

Then he gathered his focus and quietly made his way down the mountain.

"Why would Old Ancestor Wuxing come to Buzhou Mountain? Could it be because of Father God's will?"

Taiqing didn't need to guess—the figure just now was undoubtedly Old Ancestor Wuxing.

With that formidable Five Elements Law, at the dawn of creation, which other being born in the Primordial World could achieve such a level?

Since Old Ancestor Wuxing had come, what about the other reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods?

They would likely also come to Buzhou Mountain to investigate.

To be safe, Taiqing had to remain cautious.

If he were caught by any of these so-called ancestors, he would have no power to resist.

Especially Old Thief Hongjun and that wretch Luohu.

Sure enough, after Taiqing concealed his form and information, several more figures soon flew past overhead.

One figure bore the Law of Yin and Yang—it was Ancestor Yin Yang.

Another carried the Law of Reincarnation—it was Ancestor Reincarnation.

One exuded the Demonic Path Law—it was Devil Ancestor Luohu.

And one radiated the Immortal Path Law—it was Old Thief Hongjun.

"Good thing I hid my aura. If Old Thief Hongjun had spotted me, I might not have escaped today."

Seeing Old Thief Hongjun, Taiqing felt relieved that he had decisively concealed his information.

If Old Thief Hongjun had discovered him, he would likely have been captured and thoroughly studied.

After all, he, Taiqing, had been born many Eons earlier than the time ordained by the original Heavenly Dao.

What Taiqing didn't know was that Hongjun had already visited the place where the Sanqing were gestating.

Moreover, Hongjun had schemed for the Sanqing's birth-bound treasures.

When the Heavenly Dao Power clashed with the Merit of World Creation, the Heavenly Dao was severely wounded, and Hongjun was likewise shaken into grave injury.

Afterward, several more figures appeared, heading toward the summit of Buzhou Mountain.

But Taiqing had no mind to pay attention; he concealed his aura and hurried toward the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

"An altar? Who set up a memorial tablet here to worship Pangu?"

Old Ancestor Wuxing was the first to reach the summit of Buzhou Mountain. Pangu's pressure clashed with his secret techniques, creating patches of light.

The summit of Buzhou Mountain was very flat, making the altar stand out. Old Ancestor Wuxing spotted it the moment he stepped onto the peak.

He cautiously approached the memorial tablet Taiqing had erected.

He didn't reach out to touch or examine it but carefully studied Pangu's memorial tablet.

Anything connected to Pangu demanded caution from Wuxing.

After all, when Pangu split the chaos to create the Primordial World back then, that single axe stroke, cleaving a vast number of Chaos Demon Gods to death, was still vivid in memory.

Who knew if Pangu had left behind some trick—if he touched the tablet, a sudden axe strike might come for him.

Wouldn't Wuxing die unjustly then?

"Better wait for other Daoist Friends to arrive and discuss. Maybe some unlucky fool with a thick head will take the initiative to check it out."

Old Ancestor Wuxing muttered slyly under his breath.

Soon, the others arrived one after another.

A dozen or so figures all stared at Pangu's memorial tablet, each filled with wonder, yet none made a move.

Every one of them had a hundred schemes, waiting for someone else to act first and take the risk.

"Daoist Friend Wuxing, you arrived first. Did you find anything?

If you've discovered something and kept it to yourself, that wouldn't be fair to us old friends."