So I Didn't Lack a Cheat, My Cheat Was Just Smashed by Pangu

"Oh? Such dense Chaos Spiritual Qi here! If I could absorb it all, I might finally be born."

Xuanxiao gazed at the Chaos Spiritual Qi before him, so thick it verged on purple, his eyes unguarded in their greed.

As a rule, Chaos Spiritual Qi appeared gray-white; only a rare few strands carried a hint of purple.

Generally speaking, that purple-tinged Chaos Spiritual Qi contained terrifyingly immense energy.

Xuanxiao's egg had drifted through the Chaos World for ages, stumbling upon only a handful of regions with purple-infused Chaos Spiritual Qi.

But the purple there—compared to what lay before him now—was a world apart, utterly incomparable.

"Could this be the birthplace of the Time Demon God?" Xuanxiao stared at the Chaos Spiritual Qi, hesitation creeping into his heart.

He burned with desire to absorb it, yet he knew full well that only the birthplace of a top-tier Chaos Demon God could boast such density.

Take his own birthplace: the Chaos Spiritual Qi there was far thinner than this.

This purple-tinged Chaos Spiritual Qi was, in fact, a special gift from the Great Dao to their kind.

But Xuanxiao had awakened early. While other demon gods still unconsciously absorbed the sparse Chaos Spiritual Qi, waiting to be born, he had already drained his birthplace dry. After that, like some street-prowling loafer, he wandered the Chaos World.

Yet in all his travels, he had never encountered another Chaos Demon God. He understood this was likely the Great Dao's restriction on him.

"Could there be a trap here?" Xuanxiao stared at the Chaos Spiritual Qi, lost in thought.

But just as he pondered, he suddenly felt a powerful suction from the Chaos Spiritual Qi before him—so strong that even with his current strength, he had no power to resist.

"Damn it. I knew the Chaos World wasn't easy. I haven't even been born yet—I'm still a 'baby'! I can't take this many trials!"

Watching helplessly as his egg-body was dragged in by the suction, Xuanxiao grumbled in resignation.

Soon, he arrived in a world completely shrouded in purple.

Gazing at this realm of pervasive purple mist, Xuanxiao was so excited that tears of greed practically drooled from the corner of his mouth.

The Chaos Spiritual Qi here was so dense it turned black, yellow, and a riot of multicolored, rainbow-hued light.

Compared to this, Xuanxiao felt his own birthplace was nothing but a dilapidated slum.

He could clearly sense that absorbing even a tiny fraction of this Chaos Spiritual Qi would be enough for him to meet the standard for birth.

Yet now, all Xuanxiao could do was mutter silently: "Not moved. Really, not moved at all."

The moment he entered this place, he realized it was definitely not the Time Demon God's birthplace.

Even though the Time Demon God ranked first among the Chaos Demon Gods, his birthplace couldn't possibly be this absurd and over-the-top.

In the entire Chaos World, only one being could have such a ridiculous birthplace: Pangu.

And the colossal Thirty-Six-Petal Azure Lotus before him clearly confirmed Xuanxiao's guess.

"No way. I mean, I planned to pledge myself to Pangu, but this isn't the meeting I had in mind." Xuanxiao stared blankly at everything before him.

"Right—Pangu was the last Chaos Demon God born. Maybe he hasn't even awakened yet. Calm down, calm down. I still have a chance to escape." Xuanxiao looked at the endless lotus before him, trying to reassure himself.

But the next moment, his fantasy shattered.

From the void came a voice like rolling thunder: "Don't worry. I mean you no harm."

Hearing that voice, Xuanxiao's previously suspended heart now died completely—dead as dead could be.

"Fellow Daoist, are you Pangu?" Xuanxiao asked cautiously.

"It seems the memories of that so-called system I chopped up were real. You do know of my existence." Pangu muttered to himself after hearing Xuanxiao mention his name.

Xuanxiao's heart jolted at Pangu's words:

"Well, well—so I'm not the only transmigrator? But that guy was unlucky, running into Pangu the moment he entered Chaos. From what Pangu says, that poor soul got 'wiped out,' and even his system was extracted."

"But is Pangu really that brutal? He even chopped up a system?" At that thought, Xuanxiao swallowed his nonexistent saliva.

"If that fellow transmigrator with a system got 'wiped out' by Pangu, then me without a system—won't I die even faster?" Xuanxiao suddenly realized his situation might be no different from that other transmigrator's, and his heart tightened.

Just then, Xuanxiao felt his egg-body begin to rise uncontrollably.

"Oh no—is Pangu about to make his move on me?" Xuanxiao watched his ascending egg-body, panic flooding him.

Before long, a towering, mountain-like figure appeared before him—though the figure was extremely blurry, Xuanxiao could only sense it brimming with countless auras of the Great Dao.

Pangu spoke:

"That system came out of nowhere, saying it wanted to draw my blood and marrow. It annoyed me to no end, so I gave it one axe-strike. But I never expected it to be so fragile—it couldn't even withstand a single blow."

As he spoke, Pangu shook his head with a hint of regret, as if truly lamenting that the system hadn't survived his axe.

"By the way, from that system's memories, I learned that you were its chosen host. It only got separated from you because of the Great Dao. It came to draw my blood and marrow to make rewards for you."

Hearing this, Xuanxiao's heart trembled:

"Good grief—so I wasn't without an External Plugin after all. It's just that my 'founding emperor's enterprise failed halfway.' But this system of mine really had a death wish—charging at Pangu swinging and shouting. If it were me, I'd have chopped it too."

Xuanxiao looked cautiously at Pangu and ventured, "Then, Great God, may I ask why you have summoned me here?"

At this point, Xuanxiao had already guessed that meeting Pangu was no coincidence—Pangu had intended it.

"Don't worry, I really mean you no harm. I'm just curious about you. Can you tell me where you come from? And what you know of the future?" Pangu's voice was full of curiosity.

"Great God, didn't you already read that system's memories? Why ask me?" Xuanxiao asked, looking puzzled.

Hearing Xuanxiao's words, Pangu paused slightly, then said a bit sheepishly, "Well... I hit it a little too hard back then. Most of its memories have already faded away."

At Pangu's explanation, Xuanxiao felt nothing but helplessness, silently griping to himself: "Should I say my system was too useless, or that Pangu is too strong?"

But for now, Pangu hadn't made a move against him, clearly meaning no harm—just genuinely curious about his origins.

Seeing Xuanxiao silent, Pangu hesitated a moment before adding, "If you don't want to say, that's fine." His tone was thick with regret.

"No, no, Great God. Since you're so curious, I'll tell you what I know of the Chaos World. But in my past life, I was just an ordinary person—what I know may not be the truth." Xuanxiao looked at Pangu and spoke earnestly.

This was Xuanxiao's perfect chance to latch onto a powerful ally—how could he let it slip?

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