Noticed by Old Ancestor Wuxing

Hongjun's eyes darted around as he spoke first.

The dozen or so powerful figures present were all reincarnations of Chaos Demon Gods in the Primordial Era, none of them easy to deal with.

Wrapping himself in the banner of authority, Hongjun invoked the names of the former Chaos Demon Gods to question Old Ancestor Wuxing.

"Heh, Daoist Friend Hongjun, you've got quite the scheme, wrapping yourself in that banner, haven't you? This Seat arrived first, yet found nothing. By the time This Seat got here, the Will of Pangu had already dissipated. As for who set up this memorial tablet here to worship Pangu, This Seat has no way of knowing. How about it, Daoist Friend Hongjun? Step forward and take a look for all of us—what's so strange about this Pangu memorial tablet?"

Hongjun's calculations had backfired so hard they smacked Old Ancestor Wuxing right in the face.

With a wave of his hand, Wuxing directly projected the scene of his arrival at the summit of Buzhou Mountain.

He had once considered Hongjun a friend, but he never expected this Old Thief Hongjun to be so deep and scheming.

"Looks like I'll have to be wary of this Hongjun from now on, or else I'll end up cheering for him after he screws me over."

I treated you like a friend, and you treat me like a grandson, is that it?

Hongjun had no idea that his single remark had planted seeds of caution in Wuxing's heart.

From then on, when the Conflict between Dao and Demon with Luohu came, asking Old Ancestor Wuxing to take the fall for him was already an impossibility.

With one sentence, Hongjun had lost a cannon-fodder scapegoat.

If Taiqing knew what was happening atop Buzhou Mountain right now—that Hongjun had offended Wuxing—he'd be laughing like a pig.

Because of his worship, the Conflict between Dao and Demon between Hongjun and Luohu had become fraught with uncertainty.

Hongjun had first lost Old Ancestor Wuxing as a pawn.

During the Conflict between Dao and Demon, Hongjun had tricked many into serving as his cannon fodder.

Old Ancestor Wuxing was among them, and in the end, he met his end through Self-Destruct, his body and Dao vanishing.

All of this had changed because of Taiqing's arrival and his worship of Pangu.

"Haha, Daoist Friend Wuxing jests. Poor Daoist's cultivation is shallow; even in the Chaos Era, I couldn't match you all. In this Primordial Era, where do I, Hongjun, have the right to speak?"

Seeing the Demon Gods all turn their gazes on him, Hongjun laughed it off and quickly backed down.

His injuries were still severe, and it wasn't wise to clash with these fellows now. He'd have to settle this score another day.

Besides, Luohu was eyeing him like a tiger watching its prey—he absolutely couldn't let the other party discover he was badly wounded.

Otherwise, the Conflict between Dao and Demon might start prematurely.

In his injured state, he, Hongjun, was no match for Luohu.

"Daoist Friend Yang Mei, what do you make of this? How should we handle this Pangu memorial tablet?"

Seeing the atmosphere grow cold and silent, Hongjun turned to Old Ancestor Yang Mei.

As the reincarnation of the Space Demon God, ranked third among the Chaos Demon Gods, Yang Mei was also the highest in cultivation present.

Yang Mei's cultivation was profound; he was already a Peak Hunyuan Golden Immortal great power.

A full minor realm above everyone else present.

Among the assembled experts, if anyone had the right to speak, it was undoubtedly Old Ancestor Yang Mei.

At Hongjun's words, the powerful figures all turned their gazes to Old Ancestor Yang Mei, awaiting his answer.

"Fellow Daoists, since the Will of Pangu has reacted again but taken no further action, This Seat can infer that the Will of Pangu must have some restriction preventing it from appearing in the Primordial Era for long. Otherwise, the Will of Pangu would have already taken control of the entire Primordial Era. In that case, how could the Heavenly Dao have emerged to govern it? What we need to figure out now is which living being set up this memorial tablet to worship Pangu. It seems that being must have learned or gained something from the Will of Pangu. As for this Pangu memorial tablet, you all can decide for yourselves. Poor Daoist has no interest."

Yang Mei laid out his speculation. As expected of the reincarnation of the Space Demon God, ranked third among the Chaos Demon Gods, his guess was already very close to the truth.

The powerful figures present nodded in affirmation.

As for the Pangu memorial tablet, whoever wanted to deal with it could—he, Old Ancestor Yang Mei, wasn't about to touch that thing.

What if touching the tablet made the Will of Pangu jump out and split him with an axe again?

Who would he, Yang Mei, go to for justice then?

Of all those present, Yang Mei had the highest cultivation.

Even if the other Demon Gods touched Pangu's memorial tablet and gained something, Yang Mei could easily claim a share for himself.

Such were the benefits of great strength—steadfast as a fisherman on his seat.

Now it fell to the other Demon Gods to choose: would they inspect Pangu's memorial tablet or not?

Inspecting the tablet might yield information or objects from within.

But more likely, the Will of Pangu would leap out and strike them with an axe.

"A memorial tablet is nothing worth seeing—merely an altar to that wretch Pangu.

I, Luohu, will not inspect it. Fellow Daoists, please do as you wish."

Luohu spoke first. Though proud, he too feared that the Will of Pangu might suddenly emerge from the tablet and cleave him.

Better to hold steady and adapt. If some Demon God stepped forward to test the waters, good; if none did, it mattered little.

After all, now that the Will of Pangu had sunk into silence again, it posed no threat to them.

Seeing Luohu speak, the other Demon Gods took the chance to back down, one after another, declaring they would not participate.

Once the declarations were made, silence fell over the scene once more.

"Since nothing useful can be gleaned here, This Seat will take his leave first.

Fellow Daoists, we shall meet another day."

Seeing that everyone had lost interest in inspecting the tablet, Yang Mei decided to be the first to leave.

Rather than stare blankly here, it was more practical to return to his Daoist Arena and cultivate.

He was already a Peak Hunyuan Golden Immortal. With a little effort, might he not attain the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin in the next moment?

The Primordial World was ultimately a realm where strength reigned supreme. No matter how mighty the Will of Pangu was, it had nothing to do with Yang Mei.

What mattered most was his own power.

Transforming into a streak of light, Yang Mei flew toward the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

Seeing Yang Mei depart, the other Demon Gods also left one after another.

Only Old Ancestor Wuxing and Old Thief Hongjun remained at the end.

Old Ancestor Wuxing was deep in thought when, suddenly, a flash of insight struck his mind.

"Wait—worship. Before I reached the summit, I encountered a Golden Immortal creature.

Could it be that creature performed worship to Pangu and stirred the Will of Pangu?"

Old Ancestor Wuxing suddenly recalled Taiqing, whom he had met while ascending the mountain.

At the time, he had paid it no mind—merely an insignificant Golden Immortal ant, beneath his notice.

Now that he thought about it, that creature was undoubtedly the one who had worshipped Pangu.

On this Buzhou Mountain, Pangu's pressure was immense.

Even they, reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods and Hunyuan Golden Immortal Great Powers, could only resist Pangu's pressure with secret techniques.

Yet that Golden Immortal creature had walked steadily atop Buzhou Mountain.

Moreover, no living beings had been born on Buzhou Mountain at all.

Aside from that Golden Immortal creature he had encountered, there was not a single other living thing.

How could this not prove the point?

"That creature must have obtained some information or object from the Will of Pangu.

I must descend the mountain quickly and seek it out."

Immediately, Old Ancestor Wuxing prepared to go down the mountain and pursue Taiqing.

But he saw Old Thief Hongjun still staring at him from the side, and Old Ancestor Wuxing halted at once.

Old Ancestor Wuxing had no habit of sharing information with others.

Especially not with this fellow, Old Thief Hongjun, whose true face he had just seen clearly.