The Day of Defying Heaven and Attacking the Dao Arrives, Are the Three Pure Ones Actually Defective?

Hum!

The God Slaying Spear in Su Ming's palm let out a soft hum, as if answering the killing intent in his heart.

The overwhelming Sha Qi, enough to shake even a Quasi-Saint's resolve, transformed into profound Dao patterns coiling around his arm.

As he gripped this deadly weapon, a doubt rose in his mind.

This spear was after all formed from the stem of the Chaos Green Lotus, connected to Father God Pangu's origin, and had eroded the Father God's will for endless ages.

If he simply took it away, wouldn't that alarm the lofty Heavenly Dao above?

"Father God..." Su Ming called out softly in his heart, "If I take this spear, will the Heavenly Dao notice?"

That vast, weary voice sounded again, though much weaker than before.

"No matter... Its evil will was heavily wounded by me at the dawn of creation, and now, with you and me joining forces to force it back, it has fallen into the deepest slumber."

"It will need a long time to recover its self-awareness. For now... it won't bother with you."

Pangu's voice paused, carrying a gravity never before heard.

"What you truly need to guard against now is not the sleeping Heavenly Dao, but the one who stole everything from me... Hongjun!"

At the sound of that name, Su Ming's pupils sharply contracted.

That was right. The Heavenly Dao's evil will was asleep, but Hongjun was still awake!

That man who had merged with the Dao, acting in the name of Heaven, was the most immediate and most dangerous enemy!

Su Ming's thoughts raced, and a question that had long troubled him surfaced.

"Father God, the Three Pure Ones... They are also transformed from your Primordial Spirit, so why..."

Why did they bow to Hongjun as their master?

Why did they follow the great trend of the Heavenly Dao, even going so far as to oppose the Wu Clan, also descendants of Pangu?

Pangu's voice carried an inescapable desolation and finality.

"They... were the flawed products I actively severed to expel the strand of black Qi that had invaded my Primordial Spirit."

Boom!

That single sentence struck like another earth-shattering thunderclap in Su Ming's mind!

Flawed products?

The lofty Supreme Pure One, Jade Pure One, and Upper Pure One—three sages revered by all living beings in the Primordial World as Dao Ancestors, founders of the Mystic Gate—were merely flawed products severed by the Father God to save himself?!

This truth was even more mind-shattering than the revelation that the Heavenly Dao was a pasture!

"Within their Primordial Spirits, not only does a portion of the black Qi I severed remain, but they also lack the most core Pangu imprint. From the moment of their birth, they were incomplete."

"They are drawn to the Heavenly Dao and bow to Hongjun as master simply because of this defect in their origin, subconsciously seeking what they call the righteous path."

Pangu's voice grew even weaker, yet it still reached Su Ming's true spirit clearly.

"In the future, if you must oppose them, have no hesitation. Severing them was my helpless act back then, and cleaning up this mess is your duty as my true heir!"

These words completely severed the last shred of bloodline kinship Su Ming felt toward the Three Pure Ones.

So that was it.

From the very beginning, they had walked a path diametrically opposed to his own.

"Father God, I understand." Su Ming's voice was hoarse, but carried an unshakable resolve.

"Mm..." Pangu let out a relieved, faint laugh. The towering, heaven-supporting phantom was visibly dimming, growing more and more transparent.

"My time... is running out."

Su Ming's heart tightened, a great panic seizing him!

"Father God!" he couldn't help but cry out, "You..."

He had only just learned this cruel truth, only just met this creator Father God—was he about to lose him again in the blink of an eye?

"Do not grieve." Pangu's will was as calm as ever. "Rather than lingering as an unconscious remnant soul in this ocean of origin, barely surviving, it is better to... burn my last light to illuminate the path ahead for you!"

"I will use my final true spirit imprint as a guide, and transfer all the remaining spinal essence of Buzhou Mountain to you!"

"This is not true annihilation, but another form of... continuation."

Pangu's phantom gaze seemed to pierce through endless eons of time and space, landing on Su Ming.

"If that day truly comes, when you can defy Heaven and overthrow the Dao, reshaping the cosmos..."

"I shall surely return!"

Boom!

Shall surely return!

These four words struck like a primordial divine thunder, slamming into the deepest recesses of Su Ming's soul!

Resurrect Pangu!

An unprecedented, fierce obsession surged wildly from the depths of his heart, instantly consuming his entire being!

This was no longer an empty revenge, no longer a hopeless struggle!

This was a goal as clear as crystal, one he would give everything to achieve!

[Ding! Acquired trait: Remnant Pangu True Spirit]

[The Heavenly Dao is unkind, treating all creation as straw dogs; Hongjun steals the Dao, treating all living beings as livestock! Host must break the cage, overthrow the Heavenly Dao, slay the thief, reassemble the Remnant Pangu True Spirit, and recreate the Father of Creation!]

[Reassembling the Remnant Pangu True Spirit trait grants one Chaos Supreme Treasure!]

A Chaos Supreme Treasure!

Su Ming's heart pounded violently!

That was a supreme treasure on the same level as the Sky Splitting Axe and the Creation Jade Disc!

Any one of them possessed the boundless power to destroy heaven and earth and reshape the cosmos!

"Good... good... good!" Pangu's phantom seemed to sense Su Ming's change, letting out a deeply gratified laugh. "This last wisp of my essence—I gift it to you!"

Before the words faded, the entire golden ocean of origin suddenly erupted into violent turmoil!

Buzhou Mountain, the spine that held up the Primordial World Heaven and Earth, contained within it the final and purest marrow origin. Guided by the Remnant Pangu True Spirit, it transformed into a Golden Divine Dragon of dazzling brilliance, letting out a soul-shaking roar as it charged straight at Su Ming!

"Ah—!"

Even with Su Ming's current physical strength, he couldn't help but let out a pained roar!

It wasn't a collision—it was a merging!

That Golden Divine Dragon seemed to ignore the barrier of flesh, drilling directly into his spine!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Every bone in Su Ming's body shattered inch by inch in that instant! In the next, they were instantly reforged by that overbearing, unmatched Pangu essence!

His spine transformed into a golden divine jade, radiating an undying, imperishable brilliance! An indescribable mix of agony and ecstasy intertwined, surging through every nerve!

The Nine Revolutions Primordial Art began to circulate wildly on its own, faster than ever before, without his active direction!

The bottleneck that had stalled from lack of energy, under the scouring of this vast essence, shattered like a sheet of paper, torn apart in an instant!

Boom!

Su Ming's aura climbed step by step!

Nine Revolutions Primordial Art, First Revolution... Perfection!

Physical strength, comparable to a High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!

Boom! Boom!

The climb didn't stop; instead, it grew more violent!

Second Revolution... Breakthrough!

Second Revolution, Mid Stage!

Second Revolution, Late Stage!

The overwhelming energy scoured his limbs and bones, washing through his Wu Clan bloodline, purging the last traces of impurity, leaving only the purest, most ancient aura of Pangu!

Behind him, a blurry giant phantom slowly condensed, standing tall between heaven and earth, radiating a terrifying pressure that suppressed all realms!

Pangu True Body!

This was the supreme dharma form that could only be condensed by cultivating the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art to an extremely high level!

Now, driven by Pangu's essence, Su Ming had prematurely formed the embryo of this true body!

After an unknown span of time, the violent energy finally calmed down.

The golden ocean of origin had vanished, replaced by a void of pitch-black darkness.

Pangu's grand voice had also faded completely.

In the void, Su Ming slowly opened his eyes.

In those pupils, all emotion had faded—no sorrow, no ecstasy—only a deathly stillness and calm like an ancient, frozen abyss.

He could feel the power surging within his body, more than ten times stronger than before!

The Nine Revolutions Primordial Art had surged to the peak of the Second Revolution, only one step away from entering the Third Revolution!

He lowered his head, glanced at the God Slaying Spear still wreathed in Sha Qi in his hand, then slowly raised his gaze, his eyes seeming to pierce through endless space, landing on the direction of the Purple Cloud Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.