I, Pangu, Will Never Create Heaven!

"Great Dao above, Pangu swears he won't create Heaven. What should I do?"

At that moment, a will suddenly reached Hongjun's mind.

It was the Chaos Heavenly Dao, born during all those countless years Hongjun had skipped over!

Only then did Hongjun realize what was going on.

He was the Great Dao of this world. He'd probably have to deal with a lot of trouble from now on!

Today, someone swore an oath to the Great Dao; tomorrow, someone else would do the same.

He would hear the will of every one of them.

As the Great Dao itself, it was only natural that he would receive the prayers and pleas of all living things.

Hongjun hadn't expected the Chaos Heavenly Dao to be born.

He was still a "newbie." According to Honghuang novels, the Chaos was supposed to contain only the Great Dao, so he'd unconsciously overlooked the question of whether the Heavenly Dao could be born in the Chaos.

Faced with a Pangu who refused to create Heaven, the Chaos Heavenly Dao was helpless.

It was only a little Heavenly Dao. Because Hongjun had been so "fond" of the character Pangu, he'd left a tiny bit of the Great Dao's power within Pangu's body. As a result, the Chaos Heavenly Dao was no match for Pangu at all.

With no other choice, it could only ask the Great Dao for help.

"Hmm..."

Hongjun pondered for a moment, frowning in thought.

If Pangu didn't create Heaven, how would the story unfold from here? Without Pangu creating Heaven, there'd be no story left.

Was he really supposed to force Pangu to create Heaven, as the Great Dao?

That was unlikely.

The Great Dao might be supreme in this world.

But it was bound by one restriction!

All living beings were equal!

Even if the other party was a transmigrator, the moment he entered this world, he became one of its people.

That put him within the bounds of all living beings.

So Hongjun decided to see what this transmigrator had in mind first.

......

Ye Qing was a transmigrator.

Unlike those transmigrators who fought monsters and leveled up, he'd been Pangu from birth.

Their difference came down to their starting point: he'd been standing at the summit from the moment he was born! This world had been waiting for his arrival......

Back to the point.

He'd been Pangu from birth, already having spent billions of years gestating in the Chaos Void.

He'd started at the peak.

At first, he hadn't realized he'd transmigrated. He'd thought he was already dead.

The moment Pangu was born, Ye Qing transmigrated into his body.

(He'd transmigrated into Pangu just as the original Pangu broke free from his shell.)

After that, he'd spent tens of millions of years in a daze before finally waking up.

By the time he woke, he'd taken control of Pangu's body.

Once he was fully conscious, he looked at the Chaos Green Lotus beneath his feet and the Sky-Opening Axe and Jade Disk of Creation beside him. Only then did it hit him: he was Pangu!

So he stood atop the Chaos Green Lotus and sank into thought.

In his previous life, Ye Qing had been a seasoned fan of Honghuang novels. He considered himself thoroughly familiar with the Primordial World in its Chaos era.

"This is such bullshit! I actually became Pangu? Damn it! Why would you do this to me, heaven?"

He'd thought about it for so long that he was practically in tears.

He admired Pangu's courage in trying to Prove Dao by Force, fearlessly facing the attack of the Three Thousand Demon Gods. But!

He didn't want to die!

Pangu had been the favored son of fate in the Primordial World of Chaos, with immense cultivation and strength, as well as three Chaos Supreme Treasures that had accompanied him from birth. Yet he'd still ended up dead, his Dao destroyed.

Even after he died, his body was dismembered. And what was worse, the living beings born from his body started fighting among themselves.

Of all the figures in Honghuang novels, the one he felt was most tragic was Pangu! (Well, he'd transmigrated as Pangu. If he'd become Tai Yi instead...)

He understood all too well how miserable Pangu's fate was.

For one thing, Houtu of the Ancestral Witches, who originally had no Primordial Spirit, gained one after transforming into reincarnation and survived in the underworld as Empress Pingxin.

And the reason was apparently that she'd accumulated enough merit?

Yet Pangu, who had created the entire Primordial World, hadn't survived in the world he created. Even the traces he'd left behind in the Primordial World had been gradually erased by the Heavenly Dao.

The Three Pure Ones, born from his Primordial Spirit, became Heavenly Dao Sages. Put plainly, they became the Heavenly Dao's lackeys.

Of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, born from his blood essence, all but Houtu—whose Ancestral Witch bloodline had completely vanished—were dead, injured, or imprisoned.

Old Ancestor Minghe of the Sea of Blood had no path to enlightenment.

The living beings on the Sun and Moon Stars all perished in the Witch-Demon War.

Even Buzhou Mountain was broken in two when one of his descendants crashed into it.

Everything associated with Pangu was gradually erased.

What a load of nonsense about the Great Dao being impartial!

Ye Qing sneered with disdain.

The Great Dao was the most unfair of all!

But since he couldn't change the fact that he'd transmigrated as Pangu, he had no choice but to accept this new identity.

Still, accepting it didn't mean he was willing to follow Pangu's old path of dying after creating Heaven.

Creating Heaven? It wasn't out of the question.

But trading my life for the Primordial World? Not a chance! Absolutely not!

Great Dao, you must be dreaming!

If I died, I wouldn't get to enjoy any of the wonders of the Primordial World.

That was why he'd shouted into the Chaos, "I, Pangu, will never create Heaven!"

But he knew that no matter what he wanted, the Primordial World was bound to be created.

If he completely "fell out" with the Great Dao, wouldn't it simply erase him?

In his recollection and in all the various theories about Honghuang, the Great Dao wasn't exactly a good thing.

The original Pangu in the Primordial World hadn't refused to create Heaven, had he?

He couldn't believe that someone as powerful as Great God Pangu, a half-step Great Dao powerhouse, wouldn't have seen through the Great Dao's scheme!

That was how he saw it.

The original Pangu had chosen a path of resistance against the Great Dao.

He'd faced the Great Dao head-on, creating Heaven and Earth to Prove Dao by Force.

Otherwise, why would someone as powerful as Great God Pangu have to swing the Sky-Opening Axe forty-nine times?

He must have wanted to use it to prove his Dao!

If he succeeded, he would not only create Heaven and Earth but also become a Great Dao Sage in one fell swoop.

If he failed, his body and Dao would be destroyed.

And the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods must have been controlled by the Great Dao!

It had controlled the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods to stop Pangu from achieving the Dao!

All that talk about attaining the Great Dao directly after killing Pangu, or about how the Chaos would have no place for the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods once Pangu created the Primordial World—

It was nothing but a trick to fool the natives!

(Everything above was what Ye Qing thought.)

"Looks like I'll have to think long and hard about what comes next. Fortunately, there are still ten thousand years before Heaven is created. I have ten thousand years to prepare!"

Ye Qing frowned as he thought.

He'd completely immersed himself in the role by now.

He'd come to believe that he really was Pangu.

He still had to create Heaven. If he didn't, the Great Dao would surely kill him.

He didn't have the means to overpower the Great Dao, either.

He just didn't know whether there was a better way.

At that moment, Pangu felt a little relieved. Fortunately, he'd brought his memories with him when he transmigrated, rather than going through some so-called reincarnation.

Otherwise, he'd surely have continued along the original path, and the final outcome...

Hongjun: "......"

After seeing what Pangu was thinking, Hongjun felt rather helpless.

Was the Great Dao really that awful?

How had he not come up with ideas like this in his twenty-odd years on Blue Star? If he had, wouldn't a couple of novels have made him more famous than "Three Spoonfuls of Sugar"?