Mount Buzhou had been sent into the Mortal Realm by Dao Lord Lu Ya. Xuanhuang knew it was Pangu's remains and could not be destroyed, so it had been placed between heaven and earth.
Without deliberately searching for it or knowing where to look, it would be difficult to find this ruined Mount Buzhou. True Person Ziyang, who had been possessed by the Primordial Violet Qi, knew where it was. Xuanhuang's memories were in his hands.
Mount Buzhou floated in the starry sky, rising and falling without end. A weathered, unyielding aura flickered around it, forming a strange halo among the stars.
True Person Ziyang felt a sudden stirring. He knew this aura all too well; he had coexisted with it for countless years. Now, he felt the warmth and emotion of something that had been separated from him for so long finally returning.
Though Mount Buzhou was no longer majestic, the divinity within it was unparalleled. It was only because it contained Demonic Pangu's unyielding conviction that it had not been completely transformed.
Gazing at Mount Buzhou, True Person Ziyang felt overwhelmed with emotion. The changes in the world had gone far beyond his expectations. Life in Chaos had been monotonous. The Primordial Violet Qi hid within the souls of the Chaos Demon Gods, constantly communicating with heaven and earth and gathering Chaos Origin Qi to help its host cultivate. Yet the Chaos Demon Gods had never actively communicated with it in hopes of obtaining more Great Dao Information. They had only cultivated by instinct.
Even more tragically, some Chaos Demon Gods learned that the Primordial Violet Qi existed within them only when they died. Only then did they understand the true purpose of the foundation of the Great Dao.
But most of the Primordial Qi had been absorbed