A Colossus

Meng Po looked extremely old and frail.

A withered finger touched the air.

A faint, ethereal light emanated from it, as clear as a mirror.

A thatched hut appeared on the spot.

The old lady smiled and said:

"Although you are an unwelcome guest, all who come are guests."

"I have sat on the Bridge of Helplessness of Helplessness for endless years, with few visitors."

"It is truly an honor to have you grace my humble abode with Imperial Carriage presence, fellow Daoist."

Having said that, Meng Po slightly waved her sleeve, revealing a dense Runes adorning her black robe.

"Fellow Daoist, please."

Zhou Yuan slightly cupped his hands and said softly:

"I apologize for disturbing you, senior."

They entered the dwelling one after the other with Meng Po, and sat down as host and guest.

Only then did he have time to examine the thatched hut in front of him.

Although it's called a thatched hut, this place should be considered the place of Meng Po in Chinese mythology) ritual.

It is neither in the Grand Void nor in the netherworld.

Only within space and time, above All Dimensions.

It is truly a good place to avoid death and prolong life.

The old lady sat gracefully on the prayer cushion, smiling warmly, looking quite kind.

She reached out slightly, and a bowl of steaming, clear yellow soup landed in front of Zhou Yuan.

"This pot of soup has been simmering for eight thousand years."

"Fellow Daoist, please try it, try my cooking."

Meng Po's gaze was warm and sincere.

Zhou Yuan picked up the bowl of soup in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

In a daze, his mind went completely blank.

Everything was forgotten.

Everything is returning to nothingness, to zero.

The primordial spirit is like crystal, neither defiled nor pure.

Like Nirvana, yet also like rebirth.

"Good soup."

"Good soup."

A bowl of soup made Zhou Yuan's eyes appear much purer.

Meng Po smiled.

"Good!"

A bowl of soup made the atmosphere in the thatched hut more harmonious.

Meng Po paused slightly, placed her hand on the stone bowl, tapped it gently, looked at the Daoist opposite her, and said sincerely:

"Now, in the Netherworld, all my old friends who were imprisoned have been detained by you, fellow Daoist."

"In this world, fellow Daoist should be respected."

"I am but a lonely ghost from an old era, and I only wish to spend the rest of my life sitting in the netherworld, with no other desires."

"Does fellow Daoist have any other questions?"

Blood Moon hung in the Grand Void, suppressing the Chaos Demon God.

Taiyuanzi possessed the legacy of the Pangu Clan.

He cultivated the Heaven-Opening Axe Light.

Even if they win against this junior, it will likely result in mutual destruction, and they will gain nothing.

That's why Meng Po first offered the yellow soup, and then directly stated that she had no interest in the power of the underworld.

He was unwilling to contend with Zhou Yuan, nor did he intend to interfere in the cause and effect of this matter.

The elderly woman with white hair had a gentle and sincere expression.

Zhou Yuan pondered for a moment, then said seriously:

"Senior is a figure from ancient times, of noble status and with formidable supernatural powers. Could it be that you have no desire to seek the Dao or attain enlightenment?"

"Aren't you willing to glimpse the Primordial Chaos Path?"

Meng Po laughed at the world, but Zhou Yuan heard endless sorrow in that laughter, a sorrow that has lasted for eternity.

"I am a remnant of the old era; the new era has no vessel to carry me World-Crossing Boat."

Zhou Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a deep voice:

"The Chaos Demon God was abandoned by the Pangu World."

"Why don't you go into the Chaos Realm, senior? Perhaps you'll find an opportunity to achieve Primordial Chaos."

"Chaos? Hah, chaos?!"

Meng Po smiled again, her eyes now holding an ancient, weathered look, her voice long and ancient:

"Chaos, there is no more chaos."

"Although Pangu Clan had Great Merit for all living beings in the Primordial World..."

"But how unfair this is to us!"

"On the day the World Creation, he slain not only the Chaos Demon Gods, but also not just Chaos itself."

"It is a piece of ancient history."

The old woman gritted her teeth, staring intently at the Red Moon in the Grand Void, her voice hoarse and dazed:

He severed a piece of time and space.

"The Primordial Great World today exists independently outside the Chaos Sea."

"Everywhere we look, there are traces of Pangu. Where did the chaos come from?"

Zhou Yuan stared in horror at Meng Po, who was revealing the secrets of heaven and earth.

'Pangu severed a segment of spacetime?!'

'The chaos beyond the Primordial World is not true chaos.'

'Boundless Chaos Sea?!'

'Pangu Clan...'

It seemed that they were aware of Zhou Yuan's doubts.

Meng Po chuckled softly:

"How powerful Pangu Clan!"

"To be honest, I couldn't have imagined his plans."

It's like an ant trying to understand the thoughts of an elephant.

"But his action, while preventing the newly born Primordial Great World from being exposed to the Boundless Chaos Sea, has severed the Primordial Chaos Path of us Chaos Demon Gods."

The old woman shook her head slightly, her already aged face turning somber. She hunched over and said bitterly:

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Cycle is forty-nine, and one is hidden away."

"We, the Chaos Demon Gods, have naturally fought for that sliver of hope as well."

Her eyes sparkled, as if she had returned to Archaic Era.

"... In that battle, far too many powerful beings perished between heaven and earth— Yin and Yang, Qiankun, Dian Dao, Tai Chi... they all died."

"The Ancestor Dragon has returned to the Void, the Wind Ancestor forever guards the South, and the Kirin Old Ancestor has transformed into the Earth's veins."

"In the end, the Grand Void shattered, the earth's veins severed, and Karmic Debt bound them."

"Even I have lost."

"They lost to Luo Hou's God-Slaying Spear."

Meng Po's eyes were glazed over; she had thought she had let go.

But how can we truly let go of the Struggle for the Great Dao?

As for who won?

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath.

Naturally, it is the Patriarch of Ten Thousand Daos, Daoist Hongjun, who held the Purple Heavens high in the Outer Heavens, sat in the central position, and opened up the Mystic Gate Immortal Path.

"Yes, he won."

"Therefore, he was able to take advantage of the remaining fortune of the old era and the overwhelming power of heaven and earth to enter and rule the Purple Heavens."

"Only then could he preach three times and redefine the order of heaven and earth."

"But I failed."

"He survived by sheer luck, escaped the God-Slaying Spear, and fell into the Netherworld."

Meng Po didn't fail just once.

The first time, she was defeated by the Pangu Clan.

The second time, she was defeated by Daoist Hongjun.

Nowadays, even escaping the Netherworld is difficult, let alone attaining enlightenment within chaos.

Therefore, Meng Po of forgetfulness) gave up.

"Having fallen to such a state, this old woman can no longer afford to struggle."

Someone of her caliber, a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, has already touched the threshold of the Primordial Great Dao.

May age not afflict you, and may calamities not befall you.

But the most taboo things are luck and karma.

The upheavals of ancient times had already depleted her destiny, fate, and fortune to almost nothing.

If she goes through another ordeal, she will likely face her fate in countless eons.

It's better to stay obediently in the Netherworld.

"Although Pangu Clan cut off a period of time."

"But as the Primordial Great World develops, one day we will have to return to the Chaos Sea."

"This is the destiny of the Great Dao, which cannot be changed by sentient beings."

Meng Po took a sip of the soup and said slowly:

"So, this old woman will just stay obediently in the Netherworld."

"If one day we could return to chaos."

"Perhaps... I can continue on the Primordial Chaos Path."

Meng Po said calmly:

"I have no other desires in the netherworld."

"Now, fellow Daoist, can you rest assured?!"