Pangu Cleaves Heaven, the System Sacrificed to Heaven

Primordial Wilderness.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, in the Depths of Pangu Hall.

Within an enormous Blood Pool, blood qi and fiend qi, so dense they could not disperse, churned and intertwined violently.

At the center of the Blood Pool, thirteen gigantic blood cocoons floated quietly, emanating an ancient, primal aura.

Inside one of the blood cocoons, a blurry humanoid figure lay curled up, as though it had slept for countless ages.

Suddenly, the blood cocoon trembled slightly. The figure within fluttered its eyelids and slowly opened its eyes.

Where... is this?

Wasn't I... on my way home from work?

Hiss—! My head hurts...

Fragments of memory crashed into his mind like a breached flood, carrying countless strange and fantastical images with them.

A city packed with towering buildings, crowded streams of people, endless 996 workdays, and that sphere of light falling from the sky... Countless scenes pieced themselves together like a revolving lantern, gradually becoming clear and solid.

He, Zhou Ming, an ordinary corporate drone from modern society, had actually... transmigrated!

And the place he had transmigrated to was the Primordial Wilderness, the world from myth and legend, the origin of all myths!

That alone was absurd enough, but what felt even more ridiculous was his current identity... He seemed to have become one of the legendary... Ancestral Wu?!

No! According to the sudden information in his mind, information that seemed innate, he was the first to awaken within Pangu Hall. In theory, he was the thirteenth Ancestral Wu. But by order of awakening, he, Zhou Ming, was the true First Ancestral Wu!

This starting point was utterly outrageous! For a moment, Zhou Ming did not know whether to laugh or cry.

He tried hard to recall the entire process by which he had become an Ancestral Wu. The more he remembered, the more dramatic it all seemed.

He had originally been a corporate drone on Earth, working himself to the bone for a meager salary. 996 was the norm of his life, and death by overwork had seemed like a visible destination.

On his way home from work, he had been struck directly by a bizarre sphere of light descending from the sky.

He had not even had time to feel pain before his consciousness instantly plunged into darkness, and he died on the spot.

When he regained consciousness again, he was already here.

According to the information left in his mind, that sphere of light had been an unlucky System that selected him for a journey of transmigration.

Transmigrating to the Primordial Wilderness was indeed a common opening in webnovels. Countless protagonists had risen to the peak of life through that very setup. But this System was clearly incompetent. It had not even calibrated the most basic timing and had sent him straight to the era of Chaos, before Great God Pangu swung his axe and cleaved heaven and earth apart!

What a terrifying and dangerous era that had been! Chaos was vast and boundless, and the Three Thousand Demon Gods coexisted within it.

And Great God Pangu had been the most dazzling figure of that age. Wielding the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, standing atop the thirty-six-petaled Chaos Green Lotus, and bearing the Jade Butterfly of Creation above his head, he slaughtered countless Devil Gods as easily as chopping vegetables before opening heaven and earth.

The moment that unlucky System appeared, it caught Great God Pangu's attention. Perhaps its foreign aura displeased Pangu, or perhaps he had simply felt like it. Without a second thought, the Heaven-Opening God seized the System and refined it on the spot.

During the refinement process, Pangu discovered Zhou Ming's soul wrapped within the System.

After reading his memories and learning of his origins, perhaps Pangu found this soul from the future somewhat interesting, or perhaps it was simply fate.

Great God Pangu casually cast the refined System Core into Zhou Ming's True Spirit.

Then, Great God Pangu continued his great undertaking of cleaving heaven and earth.

After successfully opening heaven and earth, Pangu transformed into all things.

At the final moment, Great God Pangu seemed to remember Zhou Ming. He casually threw Zhou Ming's soul into Pangu Hall, which had been formed from his own heart, and bestowed upon him a precious drop of Essence Blood from his heart.

Thus, Zhou Ming, together with the twelve famed Ancestral Witches who would one day shake the Primordial Wilderness, became a blood cocoon and began a long gestation within the Blood Pool of Pangu Hall.

Somewhere deep within Zhou Ming's soul, a vague thought from Great God Pangu seemed to linger: "The Wu Clan's fate in this world will be fraught with hardships... Perhaps this variable from another world can bring a trace of... a turning point to the Wu Clan's future destiny?"

Besides the System Core, Great God Pangu had also passed on a trace of his comprehension of the supreme Law—the Law of Strength—to Zhou Ming.

After sorting through everything, Zhou Ming felt a complicated mix of emotions, leaving him with only a silent sigh.

What was this supposed to be? The System's delivery had not only been personally received by Great God Pangu, but it had also received a five-star review and even come with a pile of luxurious freebies?

A low-level transmigration accident had, through a strange twist of fate, given him his current one-of-a-kind identity—an Ancestral Wu!

Born from Pangu's Essence Blood, nurtured within Pangu Hall, carrying a mysterious System Core, and inheriting the supreme Law of Strength! With such origins and such foundations, even in the vast and boundless Primordial Wilderness, he stood among the tiny handful at the very peak of the pyramid! He had practically been born with a golden spoon in his mouth—a super VIP!

However, after the brief excitement passed, Zhou Ming's heart sank.

Ancestral Wu! He understood very well the heavy fate those two words represented.

During the Witch-Demon Tribulation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were almost entirely wiped out. The mighty Wu Clan fell apart, never recovered, and withdrew from the stage of the Primordial Wilderness.

Would he also repeat that tragedy?

No! Since he had come here, he absolutely could not watch the tragedy repeat itself! He had to grow stronger, he had to defy fate and change his destiny, he had to...

Zhou Ming began carefully examining his condition. Although his consciousness had awakened, he was still wrapped in a thick blood cocoon, and his body remained in gestation. To truly Transform and Emerge, he would likely need a long time yet.

Hiss—!

At that moment, an agonizing pain that seemed capable of tearing his soul apart erupted from the depths of his True Spirit!

Caught off guard, Zhou Ming let out a muffled groan. His newly awakened consciousness nearly scattered from the impact. He immediately steadied his mind and began looking inward.

The next moment, his expression turned incomparably grim.

Deep within his soul—what could now be called the embryonic form of a Primordial Spirit—a terrifying current of qi, violent, chaotic, and filled with destructive intent, was madly battering, tearing, and eroding him!

That aura was overwhelmingly tyrannical, as though it intended to completely erase his consciousness and turn him into a beast that knew only slaughter!

Heaven-Opening Fiend Qi!!

He finally understood what that aura was!

It was the terrifying existence formed from the endless resentment left behind after Pangu slew the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods during the opening of heaven and earth, combined with the violent qi of the newborn world!

The Wu Clan had been formed from Pangu's Essence Blood. They were born inheriting Pangu's powerful Physical Body, but they also inevitably bore this Heaven-Opening Fiend Qi.

Under the erosion of that fiend qi, the Wu Clan found it difficult to give birth to Primordial Spirits. Even if one was born by chance, it would be affected by the fiend qi, becoming violent, bloodthirsty, impulsive, and quick to anger, revering only strength and slaughter!

So that's why... No wonder the Twelve Ancestral Witches of later generations were all hot-tempered battle maniacs, lacking in schemes...

This Heaven-Opening Fiend Qi was practically a sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of every Ancestral Wu!

It was an even deadlier threat to a Transmigrator like him, one who possessed a clear sense of self and modern ways of thinking!

Though he now possessed the embryonic form of a Primordial Spirit, under the impact of this terrifying fiend qi, he was like a lone boat amid raging waves, in danger of capsizing at any moment!

Once his Primordial Spirit was completely eroded and assimilated, even if he retained the memories of a Transmigrator, he would likely become nothing more than a "barbarian" acting on instinct!

At that point, how could he talk about changing the Wu Clan's fate? He would not even be able to maintain his own self!

No! Absolutely not! I can't become a reckless brute who only knows how to fight!

He did not want to become a reckless brute with nothing but strength and no rationality!

The mindset of a modern man and foreknowledge of the great trends of the Primordial Wilderness were his greatest trump cards and support!

If he lost even the ability to think, then what meaning would there be in his transmigration?

I must find a way to refine this damned fiend qi!

He forcibly suppressed the waves of agony coming from his Primordial Spirit and focused all his attention.

Though he was inside a blood cocoon, he could clearly sense that the System Core fused into the depths of his True Spirit was emitting a warm and mysterious fluctuation.

That fluctuation echoed from afar with Pangu's inherited comprehension of the Law of Strength, forming a weak yet resilient barrier that barely protected his Primordial Spirit from being instantly overwhelmed by the fiend qi.

The System Core... refined by Father Pangu. Its essence is an Innate Supreme Treasure... It is compatible with the Great Dao and can help me comprehend Laws...

Zhou Ming quickly recalled the information Pangu had left behind.

This System Core was not a cheat in the traditional sense. It was more like an innate treasure of enlightenment, capable of suppressing Fortune and protecting the Primordial Spirit!

And... the Law of Strength!

With a thought, Zhou Ming tried to communicate with and sense the Law imprint engraved in the deepest part of his Primordial Spirit, the imprint representing supreme strength.

Though, in his current state, he could not even touch its outermost surface, the mere existence of that trace of comprehension seemed to possess an innate restraining effect upon the violent fiend qi.

I can only risk it! This is my only hope!

Gritting his teeth, Zhou Ming used the System Core as a shield and his comprehension of the Law of Strength as a spear, beginning to refine the Heaven-Opening Fiend Qi that ceaselessly eroded his Primordial Spirit!

The fiend qi was violently unmatched. Every impact caused his Primordial Spirit to tremble fiercely, the pain piercing into his very bones as though he might shatter completely at any moment.

But Zhou Ming did not retreat in the slightest. This was the first step he had to take to change his own fate and, in the future, the fate of the entire Wu Clan!

Refine for me! With that soundless roar, Zhou Ming immersed himself in the struggle against the Heaven-Opening Fiend Qi.

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