Hongjun's Vigilance, Primordial Anomaly

At this moment, Su Ming wished he could immediately charge up to the Thirty-Three Heavens Beyond Heaven and tear the thief in Purple Cloud Palace into ten thousand pieces!

Su Ming forcibly suppressed the surging emotions within him.

He knew that anger could not solve any problem.

[Ding! Host has comprehended the secret of the Remnant Pangu True Spirit and obtained the purple-grade trait: Sky-Opening Mark!]

Hearing the system notification at his ear, Su Ming's eyes lit up.

"Sky-Opening Mark..."

Su Ming savored the ancient mark deep within his Primordial Spirit, a surge of towering ambition rising in his heart.

He knew that in later ages, the Three Pure Ones were transformed from Father God's Primordial Spirit, and they too had inherited part of the Sky-Opening Mark, which was why each could establish their own sect and attain the position of Saint.

But their marks were incomplete!

As for his own mark, it was the final will of Father God, condensed from the complete process of Sky Splitting and the bloody truth... the most complete inheritance!

True Descendant of Pangu?

From today onward, he, Su Ming, was the one and only True Descendant of Pangu in this Primordial World Heaven and Earth!

As his realm advanced in the future, he could continuously comprehend deeper levels of the Great Dao from this mark. It was like carrying a Great God Pangu as a personal teacher, one who taught him hand by hand!

This cheat was a bit too outrageous.

Su Ming slowly stood up. The grief, anger, and fury he had felt upon learning the truth were now perfectly concealed deep within his Primordial Spirit.

His gaze was calm, as still as dead water, but beneath that dead water lay a volcano capable of overturning the entire Primordial World!

He looked again at the God Slaying Spear in his hand.

This Top-tier Innate Supreme Treasure, which had once made him feel utterly troublesome, was now crystal clear in his eyes.

He could see the core within the spear's shaft, woven from Luohu's resentment and the Sha Qi of the Three Thousand Demon Gods.

"Compared to the polluted Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, your little tricks are indeed nothing but child's play."

Su Ming gripped the spear shaft. The terrifying Sha Qi, enough to make even a Quasi-Saint lose their mind, surged madly into his body, but the moment it touched his Primordial Spirit, it was like snow meeting a blazing sun—instantly purified and annihilated by that supreme Sky-Opening Dao Rhythm.

He was now completely immune to the Sha Qi of the God Slaying Spear!

What's more, he could even reverse the process, using his own Sky-Opening Dao Rhythm to refine this peerless weapon of slaughter!

"Hongjun... Heavenly Dao..."

He slowly uttered these four words. His voice was not loud, yet it caused ripples across the surrounding Origin Ocean.

He lifted his head, his gaze seeming to pierce through countless barriers, landing on the lofty Purple Cloud Palace.

"You stole everything from Father God, turning the Primordial World into your slaughterhouse..."

"And I will take back everything that belongs to Father God!"

A cold arc curled at the corner of Su Ming's mouth.

At the same time.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Purple Cloud Palace.

That gaze, which had pierced through endless time and space, was like an invisible sword, causing the eyelids of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, seated upon the cloud bed, to twitch almost imperceptibly.

He raised his fingers to calculate, but the Heavenly Mechanism was a chaotic blur, shrouded by a domineering and unmatched power.

"Buzhou Mountain... Primordial World anomaly..."

Hongjun uttered a few words, his expression returning to a detached calm, devoid of joy or sorrow. Yet deep within his eyes, which held the cycles of the Heavenly Dao, a trace of barely perceptible gravity flickered.

Inside the belly of Buzhou Mountain, in that darkness of nothingness left after Pangu's essence had been exhausted.

Su Ming stood silently.

He did not leave immediately. His dead, lifeless eyes swept across the space that had nurtured him.

Father God Pangu's final gift had been fully received by him.

But was that really all there was?

A space capable of bearing something like the spinal essence of Pangu could not itself be ordinary.

Divine Sense spread like mercury, instantly filling every inch of the void.

Soon, Su Ming's brow twitched slightly.

At the far end of this absolute darkness and nothingness, he "saw" a faint, extremely weak point of light.

That light did not come from energy, but from the manifestation of a "principle," the embodiment of a "Dao." If he had not just refined Pangu's essence, causing his soul to resonate faintly with this heaven and earth, he would never have detected it.

He took a single step, and his form instantly appeared before that point of light.

It was a palm-sized jade fragment, the color of chaos, utterly unremarkable, even somewhat broken, floating there silently as if it had existed since time immemorial.

The jade fragment was covered in dense, web-like Dao patterns, each line seeming to expound a fundamental truth of heaven and earth. A single glance was enough to make one's mind and spirit sink into it.

Su Ming reached out, his fingertip about to touch the fragment.

Hum—!

An indescribable sense of mystery surged through his fingertip and rushed straight into his Sea of Consciousness!

In that instant, heaven and earth vanished from Su Ming's perception.

He felt as if he had transformed into the very first strand of Dao at the dawn of heaven and earth, witnessing with his own eyes the separation of clear and turbid, the surging of earth, fire, water, and wind, and the weaving of countless laws from nothing into a net, ultimately constructing the grand blueprint of the entire Primordial World.

Time, space, yin and yang, the five elements...

The laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos, at this moment, were clearer than ever before, as if within arm's reach!

Above his head, an Auspicious Cloud emerged, and three lotuses swayed gracefully.

The three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit frantically absorbed that mysterious Dao resonance, visibly condensing and growing radiant!

What had been merely illusory petals now seemed carved from the finest divine gold and crystal, each petal imprinted with profound and arcane marks of the laws.

"This is... a fragment of the Creation Jade Disc!"

Su Ming's mind wrenched itself free from the ocean of the Great Dao, and a brilliance never before seen blazed in his eyes!

The Sky Splitting Axe governs slaughter, the Chaos Bead evolves chaos, and the Creation Jade Disc bears the Three Thousand Great Daos!

The reason Hongjun was able to merge with the Dao and become the Dao Ancestor was precisely because he had obtained most of the fragments of the Creation Jade Disc!

And this piece before him, its aura pure and ancient, untainted by any acquired karma, was clearly the most primordial part that even Hongjun had failed to find!

This was not merely a treasure; it was a forgotten, most pristine fragment of the "Heavenly Dao" itself! A symbol of the Heavenly Dao's authority!

A sharp glint flashed in Su Ming's eyes.

With this object, his speed in comprehending the Great Dao would surpass any living being in the Primordial World!

When he eventually faced Hongjun, he would also have an extra card to play in leveraging the Heavenly Dao!

Without hesitation, he moved with his mind, directly merging this fragment of the Creation Jade Disc into the core of the three lotuses above his head.

Boom!

The three lotuses shook violently, fusing completely with the fragment, transforming into an even more mysterious lotus throne that sank and floated within the Auspicious Cloud, cascading ten thousand auspicious rays, casting Su Ming as if he were a supreme deity wielding the Great Dao.

Having done this, Su Ming lingered no longer.

He sensed the barriers of space. Now, his power was more than ten times greater than before, and the constraints of this space had become as good as nonexistent.

"Open!"

He uttered a single word and threw a punch!

There was no earth-shattering roar, only silent annihilation.

The spatial barrier ahead, fragile as glass, was instantly blasted into a massive hole by the Pangu True Force condensed to its extreme on his fist.

With one step, the stars shifted.

The glaring light made Su Ming squint slightly.

He found that he had not appeared outside Buzhou Mountain's body, but was instead in a deep, hidden valley.

The valley was filled with dense immortal mist and covered in spiritual herbs, the youngest of which were at least a hundred thousand years old—enough to provoke a massive brawl among countless immortals and gods in the outside world.

What surprised him even more was that the entire valley was shrouded by an immensely powerful Innate Restriction, isolating all internal and external heavenly secrets.

If he hadn't broken through the space from within, he would never have discovered this place.

"Hm?"

Su Ming's gaze was instantly drawn to a location at the center of the valley.

There, a Blood Pool a hundred zhang in radius lay.

The pool was not filled with filthy blood, but a viscous, nectar-like Crimson-Gold Liquid, radiating vast and vigorous life essence.

And at the center of the Blood Pool, a massive Blood Cocoon pulsed slowly. Each beat, like a heartbeat, caused the spiritual energy of the entire valley to rise and fall with it.

An aura at the peak of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm emanated from the Blood Cocoon—powerful, yet tinged with instability, as if it could collapse at any moment.