Died Before Waking Up From My Nap

Chapter 2: Died Before He Even Woke Up

Shen Gui drifted aimlessly through Chaos like this, with no purpose and no destination.

Occasionally, when he woke up, he would fiddle with the little white flower on his head—after all, that flower was the only living thing he had encountered in Chaos, even if it couldn't communicate with him.

Of course, his physical body also grew larger and stronger as it continued to drift.

But one day, that little white flower was swept away by the Chaos Turbulence as well.

So Shen Gui was left alone again.

Finally, one day, with a loud bang and a bout of headache and dizziness, Shen Gui woke up again.

His first thought was: Who hit me?

But when he looked around, he found everything was still a hazy gray, with no sign of the culprit who had struck his head.

After puzzling over it for a while without noticing any movement around him, Shen Gui grew drowsy again.

The Chaos Qi here seemed denser, making him feel very comfortable, so comfortable that he wanted to sleep again.

So he went back to sleep.

This was probably the longest sleep Shen Gui had ever had.

In the blink of an eye, countless more years passed.

After countless years of fighting and slaughter, wave after wave of the countless Demon Gods born from Chaos had fallen, until only a small handful remained.

They were called the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods.

And it was at this moment that these Demon Gods finally understood the mission for which Chaos had birthed them.

They had to kill one Demon God.

That Demon God was called Pangu.

Almost instinctively, all the Demon Gods understood this truth at the same time, and almost all of them immediately looked toward the center of Chaos.

From the moment they were born, any Demon God with even a modicum of power could sense the vast, boundless, terrifying aura emanating from the center of Chaos. In the face of that aura, they felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.

If they went there, they would surely die.

That was their only feeling.

So for countless years, no matter how chaotic Chaos became, no matter how fiercely the Demon Gods fought among themselves, no one ever dared to approach the center of Chaos.

But now, just as they had suddenly understood their mission, they also understood that the Demon God named Pangu was at the center of Chaos.

That terrifying aura that had always weighed down on them was Pangu's aura.

Kill Pangu, and they could attain the Dao.

The Supreme Great Dao.

Almost all the Demon Gods went mad.

For countless years, they had fought and killed in Chaos—wasn't it all to become stronger?

Now, if killing Pangu would let them attain the Dao, why wouldn't they kill him?

No matter how terrifying that aura was, could it possibly stand against all of them combined?

So almost all the Demon Gods charged toward the center of Chaos at the same time.

Without hesitation.

Those who block my path must die.

And now, Pangu was blocking the path of all the Chaos Demon Gods.

At the center of Chaos.

Inside the Giant Egg, that great consciousness awakened once more.

His name was Pangu.

The time had come.

He was meant to be born.

So, in the endless void, he reached out and grasped something, as if he had seized an object in his hand.

It was an axe.

But just as Pangu was about to break free from his restraints, he suddenly seemed to think of something.

With a soft chuckle, a beam of clear light spread out from the Thirty-Six Grade Green Lotus, enveloping the tiny turtle beside the Giant Egg.

Then, Pangu exerted his strength and swung his arm.

The endless Chaos Qi exploded outward from the center of Chaos, the shockwave rippling across nearly the entire expanse.

The gray Giant Egg on the Thirty-Six Grade Green Lotus burst apart with a thunderous roar. Even the mere aftershock of the egg's explosion instantly annihilated several Chaos Demon Gods who had been the first to reach the center of Chaos, before they could even make a move.

A towering giant stepped out from the Giant Egg, threw back his head, and laughed: "You wish to kill me to attain the Dao, but do I not also wish to kill you to attain the Dao? Come, fight!"

A resonant laugh echoed through the chaos, and within that very laughter, several Chaos Demon Gods could not withstand it and perished on the spot, body and soul extinguished.

Sensing the might carried in that laughter, countless demon gods' expressions shifted drastically.

Yet, despite this, no demon god hesitated, nor did any retreat.

All the demon gods charged without turning back toward the towering, heaven-supporting demon god at the center of the chaos.

A realization had dawned in their hearts.

If that great demon god did not die, they would all fall.

"Well struck!"

As if pleased with the demon gods' choice, Pangu bellowed and directly swung his axe, charging to slaughter the host of demon gods.

The chaos was vast, nurturing countless demon gods, but after eons of slaughter, only the Three Thousand Demon Gods remained.

Among these Three Thousand Demon Gods, though there were weaklings Pangu could extinguish with a flick of his finger, there were also powerful beings capable of contending with him for a time.

This battle raged on for countless years.

One demon god after another fell beneath Pangu's axe. In the end, though Pangu was covered in wounds, he still stood tall amidst the chaos, while around him, no trace of the Chaos Demon Gods remained.

The vast majority of demon gods had perished, body and soul. Even if a few powerful ones had managed to flee with a sliver of true spirit, they no longer mattered in Pangu's eyes.

However, having slain so many Chaos Demon Gods, including some who could match him, even Pangu found it hard to bear.

The Jade Plate of Creation, born with him, was already damaged.

The great axe in his hand had also developed cracks.

The Thirty-Six Grade Green Lotus beneath his feet was like a glass pane riddled with fractures, on the verge of shattering at any moment.

His towering frame was likewise covered in wounds.

Yet, in the end, he had won.

Letting out a light breath, Pangu sat wearily on the Thirty-Six Grade Green Lotus.

Lowering his head slightly, he saw a small turtle clinging to one of his toes, fast asleep.

(Shen Gui: I wanted to cling to a thigh too, but the thigh was too thick to hold, so I could only cling to a toe.)

Seeing this, even though he was exhausted in both body and mind, Pangu couldn't help but laugh aloud: "I fought and killed with them, yet you little one slept soundly here, quite at ease. But unfortunately, you are a Chaos Demon God by nature, and I need your flesh and blood to perfect my world—so I must apologize."

With that, Pangu unhesitatingly reached out toward the small turtle at his feet, but the turtle continued to sleep soundly, seemingly unaware of it all.

Pangu's hand brushed lightly over the small turtle's body, and when he withdrew it, a phantom turtle silhouette had appeared in his palm.

It was the Primordial Spirit of the small turtle.

Gazing at the small turtle's Primordial Spirit sleeping soundly in his palm, Pangu said: "Though you are a Chaos Demon God, you never opposed me, and you share a bond of companionship with me. Now I must use the flesh and blood of you Chaos Demon Gods to perfect my world. In the end, I owe you a karmic debt. Today, I spare your Primordial Spirit, to be preserved in my world. As for what happens from here, that depends on your fortune."

Having spoken, Pangu put away the small turtle's Primordial Spirit and stood up once more.

Though this body was broken, it was enough to split heaven and earth.

He raised the great axe and swung it down with force.

"Open for me!"