Snapping His Own Spine for Fun?

Only after a long while did Sun Wu Kong finally snap out of his daze.

He stared blankly at the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique before him, his breathing exceptionally heavy.

Then he looked at the One Hundred and Eight Transformations beside it.

He suddenly shuddered, as if remembering something. "Master, you just said that the One Hundred and Eight Transformations was created by my grandmaster?"

"I have a grandmaster too?!"

"Of course you do!"

"You have surely heard of his title as well. All living beings respectfully call him the Dao Venerable!"

"!!!"

Sun Wu Kong looked as though he had been struck by lightning, every strand of golden fur on his body instantly standing on end!

His pupils nearly shrank to pinpoints!

Meanwhile, within the most central and forbidden Pangu Hall of Zhou Mountain, which held up heaven and earth and maintained the very foundation of the Primordial Wilderness—

Earth, water, fire, and wind slowly circulated in a primitive yet harmonious manner. At the center, a heart so enormous it was beyond estimation, chaotic in color and covered in profound Dao Patterns, throbbed with a slow yet incomparably resolute rhythm.

"Thump... thump... thump..."

Each beat seemed like the pulse of the entire Primordial Wilderness, stirring the flow of its most fundamental laws and erupting with endless Dao Rhyme and divine radiance. It nourished this world while maintaining an ancient balance and vitality.

After the Primordial Wilderness had completely devoured the Primordial Universe, and Wan Xuan had devoured more than half of it as well—

Pangu's heart grew ever more powerful.

Along with it, the Dao Rhyme naturally emanating from each beat of that heart became increasingly vast, heavy, primitive, and tyrannical.

This Dao Rhyme was even powerful enough to utterly crush, pulverize, and assimilate any existence below the fifth