Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, Primordial Heavenly Dao Secrets

The passage was deep, as if it had no end.

Su Ming walked within it, unable to sense the passage of time or the shifting of space.

On the stone walls all around, ancient and blurry patterns were etched.

Just a single glance sent tremors through his Primordial Spirit.

A call from the depths of his bloodline guided his direction forward.

He walked for what felt like an eternity, until suddenly the space opened up before him.

With one step forward, endless light enveloped him.

This was a vast expanse beyond words, more boundless than any starry sky he had ever seen.

At the very center of this space lay a limitless golden ocean!

It was not true seawater, but a precious liquid formed from the purest Pangu Essence!

Every single drop contained terrifying energy capable of splitting sky and earth. A dense aura of life rushed toward him, causing every pore on Su Ming's body to instantly open wide, greedily absorbing this power.

Just standing here and breathing, he could feel his physical body strengthening at an inconceivable speed!

This place was nothing less than the supreme sacred ground of the Wu Clan!

Yet Su Ming's gaze did not linger long on this golden ocean that would drive any Wu Clan member mad.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the towering figure standing at the center of that sea—

A colossal phantom, its form indistinct, yet radiating an unmatched majesty that suppressed all heavens and myriad realms.

It stood there silently, as if it had existed since time immemorial.

Just by looking at it, Su Ming's bloodline began to boil uncontrollably, and a deep-seated reverence surged from the very core of his soul.

"Father God..."

Su Ming's voice was hoarse, his throat dry. He forced those two words out with all his strength.

Pangu!

This was absolutely a trace of the Great God Pangu's undying will, left behind after his fall!

But the next second, a raging inferno of fury exploded from the depths of Su Ming's heart, blood rushing to his head!

He saw it—embedded in the chest of that majestic phantom was a pitch-black spear, radiating an aura of endless death and destruction!

That spear seemed to be the embodiment of all negative forces in the world. Strands of black Sha Qi seeped from its shaft like parasitic maggots, eroding the Pangu Phantom, dimming and weakening the once-divine presence.

It was precisely because of this spear that the Pangu Phantom remained in a state of slumber!

Buzz!

As Su Ming's gaze locked onto the spear, a line of information silently appeared in his mind.

[God Slaying Spear: Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. Once owned by Demon Ancestor Luohu. Specializes in injuring Primordial Spirits. Unrivaled in slaughter!]

At almost the same time, information about the giant phantom also surfaced.

[Pangu Phantom: A trace of the Great God Pangu's undying will, remaining at the core of Buzhou Mountain after his fall. Contains the merit of Sky Splitting and supreme essence.]

The God Slaying Spear of Demon Ancestor Luohu!

So it was this legendary treasure of slaughter!

No wonder... no wonder even Father God's will phantom was suppressed and eroded by it!

"Damn it!"

Su Ming's eyes turned bloodshot. The fury in his chest nearly incinerated the entire space.

Father God split the sky and earth, transforming his body into all things, giving birth to this vast Primordial World. Yet now, a remnant of his will was being tormented day and night here by the Demon Ancestor's murderous weapon!

What kind of blasphemy was this?

Unforgivable!

Without a moment's hesitation, Su Ming took a step forward, instantly crossing endless space to stand before the Pangu Phantom.

He reached out his hands and, without any delay, grasped the icy shaft of the God Slaying Spear.

Boom!

The moment he touched it, a terrifying Sha Qi—enough to tear apart a Sage's Primordial Spirit—mixed with boundless resentment and killing intent, surged violently into his body through his arms!

"Get out!"

Su Ming let out an earth-shaking roar!

The Pangu Bloodline within him erupted fully at that moment. The phantoms of the Twelve Ancestral Magi appeared behind him in unison, raising their heads to the sky and howling! His overwhelmingly powerful physical strength transformed into blood-colored divine chains, locking onto that violent Sha Qi, refusing to let it advance a single inch!

"Rise... now!"

Su Ming's veins bulged, the muscles in his arms knotting as he poured every ounce of his strength into pulling outward!

The God Slaying Spear trembled violently, letting out an unwilling hum. The spearhead scraped against the will of the Pangu Phantom, producing a piercing screech, as if billions of demon gods were shrieking in agony.

But Su Ming's will was as firm as divine iron!

Father God stands before us—how dare petty scoundrels act rashly!

"Ah—!"

With his final roar, the black spear that had been lodged in the Pangu Phantom's body for endless ages was finally pulled out, inch by inch, by sheer force!

Wuum—!

The moment the God Slaying Spear left his body, the entire space shuddered violently.

The boundless Golden Pangu Essence Liquid instantly boiled over, transforming into golden torrents that crazily surged into the wound on the Pangu Phantom's chest, repairing his eroded will origin.

The once somewhat dim phantom began to visibly solidify once more, and an indescribably vast oppressive aura slowly awakened.

The eyes of the Pangu Phantom, sealed shut for billions of years, slowly opened at this moment.

What kind of eyes were those?

No sun or moon, no stars—only a expanse of chaos, yet they seemed to contain the ultimate principles of the entire universe's birth and destruction.

Just by being gazed upon by those eyes, Su Ming felt as if his Primordial Spirit might be completely seen through and returned to its origin.

"Descen...dant..."

A vast, ancient voice, tinged with weariness, rang out directly in the depths of Su Ming's soul.

Thud!

Su Ming could no longer contain the surging emotion in his heart. He fell heavily to his knees, bowing deeply before that towering figure.

"Wu Clan Great Venerable Su Ming, pays respects to Father God!"

His voice trembled, his eyes reddened.

This was the call of bloodline, the brand etched into his soul, the supreme faith of the Wu Clan!

The Pangu Phantom's gaze fell upon Su Ming, and in those chaotic eyes, a flicker of relief and complexity seemed to pass.

"You... are good."

Those three simple words sent Su Ming's heart surging.

"Father God! Who was it that drove this God Slaying Spear into your body? Was it Luohu?!" Su Ming raised his head, killing intent blazing in his eyes.

Yet the Pangu Phantom slowly shook his head.

The ancient voice sounded again, this time carrying an unprecedented weight and warning.

"The God Slaying Spear is merely a facade..."

"The true enemy is far more terrifying than you imagine..."

Su Ming's heart tightened. For Father God to call something terrifying—how dreadful must that existence be? The Dao Ancestor Hongjun? Or the Chaos Demon Gods lurking in the shadows?

"Please enlighten me, Father God!"

The Pangu Phantom was silent for a moment, as if gathering his last strength. His chaotic eyes pierced through this space, gazing toward that existence beyond the veil.

His voice was filled with endless exhaustion and weakness, yet every word exploded like thunder in Su Ming's soul!

"The Primordial... is sick."

"The Heavenly Dao has been tainted, no longer impartial."

What?!

Su Ming was struck as if by lightning, his entire mind blank!

The Heavenly Dao tainted? How could that be! The Heavenly Dao is impartial, governing the Primordial—that is an iron law!

The Pangu Phantom gave him no time to dwell. His figure began to grow increasingly ethereal, as if on the verge of dissipating at any moment.

With his last remaining strength, he imprinted a strand of information deep into Su Ming's Primordial Spirit, while his warning voice grew desperately urgent!

"Remember... my child..."

"Beware the Heavenly Dao!"

"Beware... Hongjun!"

The moment the words fell, the Pangu Phantom completely dissolved into specks of light, scattering across this golden sea.

The entire vast space was left with only Su Ming, kneeling there in a daze.

In his hand, he still tightly gripped the cold God Slaying Spear, radiating endless Sha Qi.

And in his mind, Father God's final earth-shattering warning echoed wildly.

Beware the Heavenly Dao!

Beware Hongjun!