Taiqing Demands Everything

The Will of Pangu had indeed witnessed the scene the old thief Hongjun had just enacted.

By borrowing the power of the Heavenly Dao, he had infiltrated the place where the Sanqing were gestating, scheming to seize the World-Opening Supreme Treasure.

If not for Taiqing emerging early and heading to Buzhou Mountain, Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao would have already succeeded in their plot.

Seeing this, the will of the Great God Pangu grew enraged.

That former earthworm, along with the Heavenly Dao he had shattered during the opening of the heavens, dared to scheme against his own children.

The Will of Pangu raged, and in that moment, the Primordial World trembled; the Heavenly Dao and all living beings were terrified.

Even the supreme Heavenly Dao now felt fear.

"What is happening? Why does the Primordial World shake?

Why do I feel such boundless terror?"

Within the Heavenly Dao Origin Space, a sphere formed from countless converging laws emitted a voice.

Countless cracks marred the surface of that sphere.

This sphere of converging laws was none other than the Main Body of the Heavenly Dao.

It had emerged at the very beginning of the world's opening. Seeing the Great God Pangu supporting the heavens and unable to extricate himself, the Heavenly Dao sought to control the entire Primordial World.

Moreover, it even dared to launch a sneak attack on the Great God Pangu.

How formidable was the Great God Pangu? Even with his hands holding up the sky and his feet planted on the earth, the Heavenly Dao was in no position to challenge him.

The Great God Pangu condensed a phantom of the Pangu Axe with his will. With a single swing of that axe, the newborn Heavenly Dao was instantly shattered into countless fragments, scattering across the Primordial World.

Countless eons passed before the Heavenly Dao finally coalesced and revived in the final stage of the Fierce Beast Calamity.

Toward the Great God Pangu, the Heavenly Dao felt an instinctive terror.

"Could it be Pangu?

Impossible! Pangu is thoroughly dead, completely transformed into the myriad things of the Primordial World. He cannot revive!"

The Heavenly Dao roared. It could not accept the possibility of Pangu's revival.

"Why does the Primordial World shake?

What could cause the Primordial World to tremble? Could it be Pangu? Is Pangu not dead?"

At Jade Capital Mountain, Hongjun had been healing with his eyes closed, but now he suddenly opened them wide, staring in disbelief toward Buzhou Mountain.

A wild, unbelievable thought was born in his heart—Pangu had not yet died.

At the Yin Yang Daoist Arena, Ancestor Yin Yang, who had been in seclusion, abruptly opened his eyes and stared incredulously toward Buzhou Mountain.

"How is this possible? The Primordial World trembles—could Pangu be reviving?"

Five Elements, Reincarnation, Luohu, Yang Mei—one by one, these existences all suddenly opened their eyes and stared in disbelief toward Buzhou Mountain.

The same thought echoed in all their hearts: Could Pangu not be dead?

One after another, figures rushed out from their Daoist Arenas, transforming into streaks of light hurtling toward Buzhou Mountain.

They had to go to Buzhou Mountain and see for themselves whether Pangu was truly reviving.

"These reckless fools. If Father God Pangu really were reviving, would you still dare to come to Buzhou Mountain?

Aren't you afraid Father God Pangu will take down a whole swath of you with one swing of his axe and kill you all over again?"

If Taiqing knew what these Chaos Demon Gods reincarnated as Primordial World powerhouses were doing right now, he would certainly say exactly that.

And at this moment, at Buzhou Mountain, the culprit who had caused the Primordial World to tremble—Taiqing—was still weeping and wailing.

One crime after another, one evil deed after another—whether they existed or not—he pinned them all on the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun first.

Taiqing's crying was truly such that any who saw it would grieve, and any who heard it would shed tears.

"Boo hoo hoo... Huh? Where is this?"

Just as he was getting into the swing of his crying, Taiqing caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that the scene around him had suddenly changed.

Dazed, he looked around at where he now found himself.

This place was truly a celestial mountain cave dwelling, a blessed paradise. Cranes, qilins, and phoenixes roamed among the peaks.

Innate Spiritual Roots breathed in the essence of the sun and moon.

Innate Spiritual Qi, dense to the extreme, formed mist, then liquefied, pooling into puddles of Innate Spiritual Liquid.

Most terrifying of all, the laws were so thick they could be seen with the naked eye.

Taiqing's carefully built emotional momentum was completely broken. Like a country bumpkin, he stared blankly at everything around him.

Then he saw that ahead of him, where he knelt, a towering figure stood with his back to him. Strapped to that back was a giant axe.

From the axe emanated a terrifying Sha Qi and an aura of slaughter.

"Boo hoo hoo... Father God, you must seek justice for us brothers."

Seeing this figure, a natural sense of closeness welled up in Taiqing's heart.

Forgetting all dignity, he crawled forward on his knees, wrapped his arms around the figure's leg, and burst into loud sobs.

"..."

The Will of Pangu twitched the corner of its mouth, looking somewhat helplessly at Taiqing, who was clutching its leg and weeping incessantly.

The key issue was that Taiqing, this fellow, kept crying while wiping his snot on its trousers.

That figure was none other than the Great God Pangu!

"Enough, enough. Crying and wailing—what kind of conduct is that?"

Unable to bear it any longer, the Will of Pangu kicked Taiqing away, conjured a stool, and sat down.

"Father God, is this you?"

Gazing at the stalwart figure, Taiqing ventured cautiously.

"This is a remnant of My will condensed in the Great Desolation World. I cannot descend for long."

Hearing Pangu's words, Taiqing stared at him in stunned silence.

"Alright, you know this now. Do not speak of it. Ask your questions quickly—My will cannot remain long."

The Great God Pangu waved a hand.

"Father God, the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun now sit high above.

We, the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, face a bleak path ahead.

The Heavenly Dao suppresses all living beings from breaking through, suppresses them from walking the Law Path to Sainthood.

In the future, once Hongjun's Path of Three Corpses emerges, the entire Great Desolation will cultivate it.

All who walk this path will fall entirely under the control of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun.

I beg Father God to point the way forward, or else we fifteen siblings—the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches—may never escape the grasp of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun."

This time, Taiqing no longer wept. He spoke with a calm expression.

"Dealing with the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun—these matters must be handled by yourselves. I cannot help you.

As for the path ahead, the Pangu Hall that nurtured your twelve younger siblings—you cannot enter it at this stage.

The Pangu Hall has not yet reached the time of its emergence.

If you wish to walk the Law Path to Sainthood, you may wait for your second and third brothers to be born.

When the Sanqing unite as one, the problem will resolve itself, and you can comprehend My inheritance.

If you cannot wait ten Eons, you may also go to the Eastern Sea and seek the Three Immortal Islands.

On the Three Immortal Islands, you can evade the Heavenly Dao's suppression and walk the Law Path to Sainthood."

The Great God Pangu offered two methods, one requiring a wait of ten Eons.

This time also declared that Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Lingbao would be born after ten Eons.

If Taiqing could not wait that long, any one of the Three Immortal Islands would suffice.

The Three Immortal Islands were formed from fragments of Chaos shattered when the Great God Pangu split heaven and earth.

Within them, the Heavenly Dao does not manifest, and one is free from its control, naturally allowing the Law Path to Sainthood.

"Any other questions?"

Looking at Taiqing, lost in thought, the Will of Pangu's form began to fade—indeed, as he had said, he could not descend for long.

"Father God, do you have any other supreme treasures? For instance, those you took when you slew the Chaos Demon Gods.

The Innate Supreme Treasures, Chaos Spirit Treasures, and Chaos Supreme Treasures in their hands.

If you do, give us Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches ten or eight pieces each, hehe."

Taiqing spoke off the cuff, directly starting to beg.

Hearing Taiqing's words, even Pangu couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Do you think Chaos Spirit Treasures and Chaos Supreme Treasures are weeds by the roadside?

Ten or eight pieces each? If you want them, go seek them in Chaos after you attain Hunyuan yourself.

Enough. My will-form can no longer hold.

From now on, cultivate well. When the Sanqing unite and the Twelve Ancestral Witches unite, the inheritance will reveal itself.

Take care of your younger siblings. Do not act like that again."