Ding! Entry plunder successful! [Entry: Heart of Pangu (Purple), currently merging with the host's soul...]
As soon as the system notification sounded, Su Ming's consciousness was suddenly dragged into a boundless abyss by an irresistible force!
The world spun!
No, even that was no longer enough to describe it.
His consciousness, his "soul," seemed to have been thrown into a cosmic volcano that was erupting!
The feeling of weakness that had nearly caused him to disintegrate was swept away in an instant. In its place was an endless, vast power capable of bursting his divine soul apart!
"Boom!"
An enormous sound beyond the power of words to describe exploded in the deepest reaches of his soul!
Su Ming's "vision" suddenly cleared.
He discovered that he was in a vast, boundless world.
There was no heaven or earth here, no sun or moon—only a viscous blood sea resembling chaos.
And in the center of that blood sea, a heart so enormous that it defied imagination was slowly beating.
Thump!
With every beat, it was as if the birth and destruction of a world were cycling through reincarnation.
Endless Dao Runes rose and vanished along with the heartbeat in the blood sea, evolving into phantoms of mountains, rivers, grass, trees, the sun, moon, stars, and countless living beings.
This was the Heart of Pangu!
And he was inside this very heart!
[Fusion progress: 10%... 30%... 70%...]
The numbers on the cold system panel were jumping wildly.
Su Ming's soul was merging with the heart and the source of this power at a speed never seen before.
He could feel his very essence undergoing a world-shaking transformation.
Just as the fusion was about to reach perfection, deep within Su Ming's soul, the transmigrator's mark from Earth in a later age suddenly resonated with an ancient will that had slumbered inside the Heart of Pangu for billions upon billions of years, like a spark dropped into boiling oil!
That will was vast, ancient, and grand, carrying the supreme majesty of Sky Splitting!
The Primordial Spirit of Pangu!
Although it was merely a wisp of lingering remnant, it was still Pangu's will!
Rumble!
At this moment, Su Ming's soul, the Heart of Pangu, and the Primordial Spirit of Pangu reached perfect balance and unity!
He was no longer merely the transmigrated Su Ming.
Nor was he merely an incarnation of the Heart of Pangu.
He was a fusion of the two, a unique existence in the Primordial World Heaven and Earth!
A... Little Pangu who possessed both the Heart of Pangu and the Primordial Spirit of Pangu!
[Fusion progress: 100%!] [Entry fusion complete!]
When the system notification sounded again, inside Pangu Hall, the Heart of Pangu that had suppressed the ages and supplied power to the Twelve Ancestral Magi shone brightly before slowly vanishing.
In its place, a human figure appeared out of thin air.
It was a young man who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old. His black hair fell over his shoulders, and his handsome features were complemented by eyes that seemed to contain the revolving sun, moon, and stars whenever they opened and closed.
Every inch of his skin flowed with undying divine radiance. His smooth, perfect musculature contained terrifying power capable of tearing heaven and earth apart.
Su Ming slowly raised his hand.
His five fingers were fair and slender, the joints sharply defined.
He could clearly feel the tremendous vitality and power contained in the blood flowing through his fingertips.
He gently clenched his hand.
"Buzz—!"
The space around him let out a groan of unbearable strain, sending out rings of ripples visible to the naked eye!
The aftershock of merely clenching his fist was enough to distort space!
This physical body was even more formidable than any Ancestral Wu he had seen on the battlefield before!
"Is this... the new me?"
Su Ming murmured, his voice carrying a trace of wonder at having first grasped this power.
The instant his body took shape, a vast and boundless Information Torrent surged directly into his mind from the deepest reaches of his bloodline, like a Heavenly River breaching its banks!
This was not knowledge instilled by the system. It was... inherited memories originating from Pangu!
The scene of Sky Splitting, the roars of the Three Thousand Demon Gods, clear qi rising and turbid qi sinking, the evolution of the Primordial World... Scene after scene flowed through his consciousness as though he had personally experienced them.
In the end, all the scenes solidified into an incomparably profound art.
Nine Revolutions Primordial Art!
"So that's how it is..."
Su Ming understood in an instant.
The world only knew that Great God Pangu had left behind the Nine Revolutions Profound Art, but did not know that it was merely an incomplete fragment.
The complete cultivation art was called the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art, and it was the true body-refining divine art of chaos!
The requirements for cultivating it were harsh to the extreme.
One had to possess both the Pangu Bloodline and the Primordial Spirit of Pangu!
The Twelve Ancestral Magi possessed only the Pangu Essence Blood and lacked a primordial spirit. They could cultivate only the incomplete Nine Revolutions Profound Art. Their physical bodies were powerful, but they could not attain the Dao.
The Three Pure Ones had been transformed from the Primordial Spirit of Pangu, but lacked the Pangu True Body. They could only take another path and pursue enlightenment through the primordial spirit.
Looking across the entire Primordial Wilderness, only Su Ming, through a fortuitous coincidence, possessed both and became the sole cultivator of this supreme art!
"What Heaven grants, if not seized, brings calamity!"
Divine light flashed through Su Ming's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately sat cross-legged in the center of Pangu Hall.
In this holy land of the Wu Clan, the safest place of all, he would completely transform this heaven-defying foundation into true strength!
"Nine Revolutions Primordial Art, revolve for me!"
With a thought, the art began operating on its own!
He did not need to guide it deliberately. The Pangu Essence Blood lying dormant within his body erupted like a volcano that had found an outlet!
Endless energy followed the profound meridian pathways and began frantically scouring his limbs and bones.
First revolution, complete!
A power far beyond that of an ordinary Heavenly Immortal surged within him, and the strength of his physical body rose another level!
But this was only the beginning!
Boom!
Second revolution, complete!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Third revolution! Fourth revolution! Fifth revolution!
With the nearly infinite energy supplied by the Heart of Pangu, cultivation bottlenecks that ordinary cultivators needed ten thousand years or even an entire epoch to break through were as fragile before Su Ming as a sheet of paper!
They broke with a single poke!
His cultivation soared wildly as if he had boarded a rocket!
In just a short while, Su Ming's cultivation broke through the shackles of the True Immortal, Mystic Immortal, and Golden Immortal realms, firmly entering the great completion of the fifth revolution—in other words, the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm!
Dense Dao intent swirled around him. Every gesture he made seemed capable of drawing the resonance of the laws of heaven and earth.
"Hoo..."
Su Ming exhaled a long breath of turbid qi. It shot out like a sharp sword, leaving a bottomless white mark on the indestructible floor of Pangu Hall.
"Grand Unity Golden Immortal... still not enough!"
Feeling the surging power within his body, Su Ming was not satisfied. Instead, an even stronger desire arose within him.
In this Primordial Wilderness, where Grand Unity Golden Immortals were everywhere and Quasi-Saints could shake the world with a single step, a mere Grand Unity Golden Immortal was still cannon fodder!
Moreover, he could sense that less than one-tenth of the Pangu Essence Blood within his body had been consumed!
His foundation went far beyond this!
"Break... for me!"
Su Ming let out a low roar and circulated the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art to its limit!
His entire body radiated dazzling golden light. The Heart of Pangu beat violently at an unprecedented speed, providing him with energy capable of destroying heaven and earth with every beat!
"Buzz—!"
The void above his head trembled.
A crystal-clear azure lotus, seemingly condensed from the laws of the Dao, slowly blossomed.
Immediately afterward came a second, crimson lotus!
Then a third, golden lotus!
Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown!
This was the sign of breaking through to the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm!
An ordinary cultivator who could produce one flower could be called a genius. One who produced two possessed the bearing of a great expert.
But each of Su Ming's three lotuses was incomparably solid and shone with brilliant divine light. They represented the unity of his past, present, and future—the perfection of his three lives without the slightest flaw!
"Combine!"
With a thought from Su Ming, the three lotuses instantly merged into one and transformed into an undying Dao fruit that plunged into his niwan palace!
Rumble!
A wondrous sensation that transcended the restraints of time and space surged into his heart.
At this moment, Su Ming felt as if his divine soul had leaped out of the river of fate, looking down upon the past and future, free and at ease, eternal and indestructible!
Nine Revolutions Primordial Art, sixth revolution!
Grand Unity Golden Immortal!
Success!
At the instant he broke through, this incomparably powerful and utterly pure Pangu aura could no longer be completely concealed by Pangu Hall.
A trace of the aura leaked out.
Buzhou Mountain battlefield.
The Twelve Ancestral Magi, who were fighting Di Jun and Tai Yi in a battle that had darkened heaven and earth, suddenly halted.
They all turned around and stared incredulously at Pangu Hall behind them.
A familiar yet strange aura was rising into the sky from their holy land!
That aura was so pure and so grand that it carried an absolute suppression originating from the deepest reaches of their bloodlines!
It was as if their Father God...
had descended!
"This... this is..." The baleful aura on Dijiang's face turned to astonishment.
"The aura of Father God Pangu?!" Zhurong cried out in shock. "How is that possible? It's even purer than ours!"
The hearts and minds of the Twelve Ancestral Magi were violently shaken.
Pangu Hall was their foundation and their forbidden ground. Apart from them, who could enter?
And how could an aura of Pangu, one that even surpassed theirs, suddenly emerge from within it?!
Who, exactly, was inside the hall?!
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