Flames surged, and the impurities evaporated in an instant like snow meeting boiling soup. Su Yang drew with his palm, and a pool of mountain marrow essence, condensed like amber and weighing as heavily as a thousand jun, slowly rose. With a flick of his fingertip, a wisp of red flame transformed from Pangu's Heart Blood hissed into it. The entire mass of essence immediately hummed and trembled, as if it had come alive.
In an instant, an aura stretching back to the Primordial Beginning and vast as an abyss erupted and spread, surging back and forth throughout the hall for a long while before fading. Fortunately, Su Yang had already laid down a nine-layer sealing formation. Otherwise, this successive eruption of Pangu's origin aura would have shaken through the entire Dao arena the moment it emerged, alarming all sides of the Three Realms.
Su Yang's ten fingers blurred as he formed seals like lightning. One profound rune after another condensed from thin air, resembling swimming dragons circling the hall at high speed before plunging together into the mass of mountain marrow.
The liquid essence rippled faintly. Under the carving of his divine sense, it slowly stretched and took shape, eventually condensing into a small ax barely an inch long. It was exquisite and translucent, its sharpness restrained.
Suddenly, a streak of Eerie Light flashed past, and the ax became utterly still. It was ancient and heavy, as if it had existed since the very beginning of the creation of the world. Su Yang's thoughts stirred, and the small ax lightly flew up, shooting straight toward the Pangu Stone Statue in the hall. The ax handle embedded itself firmly in the giant's palm. The statue's face twitched, its brows suddenly drawing up and its eyes opening wide in fury. Holding