Shen Gui was utterly bewildered.
He had no idea what was going on.
Hadn't I transmigrated into Chaos and become a Chaos Demon God?
How had Chaos disappeared after he merely took a nap?
However, Shen Gui did not have time to think much about it before he sensed something strange with his Primordial Spirit.
As his consciousness sank into his sea of consciousness, he saw a translucent Small Turtle floating in midair.
It was his Primordial Spirit.
At that moment, a thirty-six-story Mysterious Yellow Small Pagoda slowly revolved directly above Shen Gui's Primordial Spirit. Streams of Mysterious Yellow Qi cascaded from the pagoda, shrouding and nourishing his Primordial Spirit.
This was also the source of the strange sensation Shen Gui had felt.
Before Shen Gui could ponder what the small pagoda was, a flash of spiritual light suddenly emerged from it and entered his Primordial Spirit. At the same time, a stream of information appeared in his mind.
It was information left behind by Pangu.
Scene after scene played through Shen Gui's mind like slides. As he watched them unfold, his face went numb.
So he had actually been sleeping at Pangu's feet all those years?
How death-defying was that?!
He had been worrying about how to survive the Great Tribulation of Heaven Opening, yet before Pangu had even opened Heaven, he had delivered himself right to Pangu's doorstep.
Still, since he was alive now, it meant things had not gone that badly. Shen Gui patiently continued watching.
Then came Pangu's lone battle against the Three Thousand Demon Gods.
Though it was only a memory, Shen Gui could not help feeling fortunate as he watched Chaos Demon Gods—each of whom he felt could crush him with ease—fall beneath the Pangu Axe.
The fact that he was still alive truly meant he had incredible luck.
As he continued watching, he finally understood why he had survived.
After blankly watching all the information, Shen Gui was speechless. So he had actually died once already?
Fortunately, he had transmigrated to the Great Desolation World. As long as one's Primordial Spirit remained intact, it did not count as total death. Otherwise, someone like him, who got himself killed after a single nap, would surely disgrace all transmigrators!
He let out a quiet breath. No matter what, surviving was what mattered.
Although he had lost his Demon God body that had cultivated in Chaos for who knew how many years, it was not as though he had gained nothing.
At this thought, Shen Gui looked up at the small pagoda above his Primordial Spirit.
Having absorbed the information Pangu had left behind, he naturally understood what that small pagoda was.
The foremost acquired merit treasure, the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Pagoda.
Formed from thirty percent of Pangu's Heaven Opening Merit, it was said that whoever stood beneath it would be invincible first, immune to all techniques.
Originally, the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Pagoda should have gone to Laozi, foremost among Pangu's Three Pure Ones. However, in this life, Shen Gui had not joined the Chaos Demon Gods in besieging Pangu. Instead, he had accompanied Pangu for countless ages. In the end, Pangu had used Shen Gui's Demon God body to make up for the deficiencies of the Primordial Wilderness, thus owing him a karmic debt.
Originally, if Pangu had directly erased his Primordial Spirit and true soul, the karmic debt would naturally have vanished as well. But Pangu was not one of those evil Chaos Demon Gods after all.
Therefore, although Pangu destroyed his Demon God body, he preserved his Primordial Spirit and chose to repay this karmic debt with the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Pagoda.
That could be considered a blessing in disguise.
With a transmigrator's foreknowledge, the innate advantage of a Chaos Demon God in comprehending certain Great Daos—though Shen Gui still had not figured out which of the Three Thousand Great Daos he governed—and now the defensive supreme treasure that was the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Pagoda, he should be able to protect himself in the Primordial Wilderness as long as he did not court death.
After all, in a sense, Shen Gui had also become part of the Primordial Wilderness, so he naturally carried a share of merit with him.
In other words, he was one of those people others often spoke of, blessed with immense merit and great fortune.
Unless there was an irreconcilable grudge, no one would be willing to kill someone like him.
After all, anyone who killed a person of immense merit and great fortune would be forsaken by the Heavenly Dao.
Once Shen Gui understood this, he calmed down completely.
After transmigrating here, he had learned that a Pangu Axe hung over his head, ready to cleave down at any moment. He had spent every day in fear, unable even to sleep peacefully. Now, he could finally relax.
Still, where was he now?
After Pangu opened Heaven, he seemed to have fallen in the Northern Great Desolation.
With that thought, Shen Gui's consciousness left his sea of consciousness and returned to the outside world.
North of the Primordial Wilderness.
Upon a Giant Mountain.
Two slopes suddenly trembled.
Then, the entire Giant Mountain began to shake.
Countless rocks, earth, and trees shattered and scattered in every direction, while the living creatures dwelling on the Giant Mountain fled in panic.
After an unknown amount of time, the Giant Mountain finally stopped shaking.
At that moment, if someone had looked down from above, they would have suddenly realized that it was no Giant Mountain at all. It was clearly an enormous head, and the two slopes were actually its eyelids. It had merely been mistaken for a Giant Mountain because the enormous head had been asleep, accumulating layers of rock and soil upon it.
Now, it had awakened.
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