Innate Pure Yang Qi, I am the East King Duke

The chaos first opened, heaven and earth were not yet established, and time and space were in disorder. Everywhere was filled with violent chaotic currents, and the entire space was a gray, murky expanse, like the interior of an egg.

Three thousand Chaos Demon Gods were born in response to the unfolding fate, standing tall and imposing within the endless chaos.

They were born divine, their physical bodies immortal, their Primordial Spirits reflecting the heavens, each mastering a single Dao.

To seek that singular opportunity for enlightenment, the Demon Gods waged constant war; the struggle for the Great Dao was a battle to the death, with no end in sight.

Among the three thousand Demon Gods, Pangu, the Demon God of Strength, was the most formidable. In the endless solitude, he was the first to comprehend his own Dao, desiring to use his supreme divine power to shatter this chaotic cage and open up a new heaven and earth, thereby proving the supreme Great Dao!

He stood upon the thirty-six-petaled Creation Green Lotus, which derived Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind; above his head hovered the Jade Disk of Creation, shedding three thousand threads of Dao rhyme; the Sky-Opening Divine Axe in his palm hummed, already brimming with the immense power to split heaven and earth.

Chaos was the cradle of the Demon Gods and the place where they sought enlightenment; how could they allow Pangu to tear it apart so easily?

In an instant, the chaos trembled. All manner of divine abilities surged toward Pangu like a tidal wave, vowing to block his path to enlightenment.

Thus, the calamity was born! The Great Tribulation of Opening the Sky erupted with a roar!

Although the three thousand Demon Gods sacrificed their lives to stop him, they were no match for the divine might of Pangu's axe. They fell one after another beneath the axe's light, their blood staining the chaos.

Yet, Pangu was not unscathed. Under the desperate and frantic attrition of the Demon Gods, his mountain-like divine body was covered in wounds, with cracks so deep they reached the bone.

Finally, at the moment he swung the last axe, completely splitting the chaos, the Sky-Opening Divine Axe—having endured too much backlash from the Great Dao and the impact of the Demon Gods—let out a mournful cry of exhaustion and shattered! The axe blade transformed into the Pangu Banner, the back of the axe into the Taiji Diagram, and the handle into the Chaos Bell.

At the same time, the thirty-six-petaled Creation Green Lotus beneath his feet disintegrated inch by inch; the lotus flowers, leaves, and stems all turned into streams of light, falling toward the newborn world.

The Jade Disk of Creation, which recorded the three thousand Great Daos, was likewise covered in cracks, disappearing into the vast Primordial World in a fragmented state.

Heaven and earth had just opened; Yin and Yang were not yet separated, and the clear and the turbid were only just distinguished, yet they still threatened to collapse back together.

"Zha!"

Following Pangu's angry roar, his body suddenly surged in size. His hands held up the clear Qi that rose from the chaotic currents, while his feet trod upon the turbid Qi that sank!

The sky rose by a zhang each day, and the earth grew thicker by a zhang each day, for no one knew how long.

As heaven and earth were completely set, the exhausted Pangu collapsed in an instant!

The last breath he exhaled turned into the wind and clouds sweeping across the wilderness; his final shout became the thunder that shook the universe.

His left eye, brilliant as a wheel, became the Bright Moon; his right eye, with its clear radiance, became the Bright Moon.

The towering Buzhou Mountain rose from his spine to hold up the sky, propping apart the clear and the turbid; the unyielding mountains and rivers stretched from his limbs and torso, defining the four directions.

The endlessly flowing rivers were his divine blood that had yet to cool; the stars that shone through the ages were the hair and whiskers he scattered into the void.

From then on, hard gold and stone were hidden in the mountains, moist jade was concealed in the rivers, boundless vegetation covered the fields, and the rain and dew that nourished all things moistened the world...

This Primordial World was entirely his immortal remains, carrying the great power and will of its creation.

Since Pangu opened heaven and earth, immeasurable ages had passed. The Primordial World was full of vitality, and countless Innate Races began to multiply and cultivate.

The East Sea was the chief of the four seas, its misty waves vast and boundless; its breadth and depth were such that no one could measure its limits.

Deep within the East Sea, on an island hidden within the void, a consciousness gradually awakened.

"Am I dead?"

Wang Xuanfu only remembered working overtime at the office, then getting up to get some coffee to refresh himself, and then he arrived here.

Opening eyes that did not exist, Wang Xuanfu saw his own form.

He was a mass of Innate Pure Yang Qi, with Dao rhymes circulating around him. It was incredibly marvelous, filled with a mysterious aura, as if it were gestating something.

Innate Pure Yang Qi—why did he know these things? Just as Wang Xuanfu was puzzled, things resembling inherited memories merged into his mind.

With the help of these inheritances, Wang Xuanfu gradually understood his current situation.

After spending a great deal of time completing the reception of the inheritance, Wang Xuanfu pondered to himself:

"It seems I have transmigrated into the Primordial World, and I have become that unlucky fellow, East King Duke."

After understanding the situation, Wang Xuanfu still felt a bit fortunate.

Fortunately, this mass of Pure Yang Qi was still in a state of ignorance, its intelligence not yet opened, and it had no resistance, which allowed him to occupy it smoothly.

Otherwise, with his fragile soul from another world, he would likely have become the perfect "supplement" to be assimilated and absorbed the moment he made contact.

So be it. His life as a beast of burden in his previous life was all smoke and mirrors. From this moment on, he was the Innate Divine Being of the Primordial World, East King Duke.

Currently, he could not move and could only rely on those eyes to look around.

He saw two extraordinary objects floating not far from his body.

Their energy was harmonious, their Dao rhymes flowing, and they were also in the mysterious state of innate gestation, faintly echoing with East King Duke's own origin.

Through the inheritance, East King Duke instantly understood that these two spiritual treasures were born of the same origin as him and existed alongside him; they were his companion spiritual treasures.

Further out was a vast, endless mist. This was the protection of the Great Dao for them. For every Innate Divine Being, before they took human form and were born, an innate formation would naturally generate to isolate them from the outside world.

According to his knowledge from his previous life, although East King Duke had a good start, his ending was not very pleasant.

As the Innate Pure Yang Qi, his foundation after taking human form was that of a top-tier Innate Divine Being. Looking among his peers, only the Three Pure Ones had a higher foundation than him.

However, fate is fickle. After receiving the Dragon-Head Walking Stick from Hongjun in the Purple Cloud Palace and being decreed as the "Head of Male Immortals," East King Duke's path in life quietly took a turn.

Bearing the foundation of a top-tier Innate Divine Being and having received such a prominent title, East King Duke's Dao Heart became clouded, and delusional thoughts arose.

He actually established the Immortal Court, desiring to rule over all immortals and contend for the title of Primordial Co-Lord.

It was a pity that divine powers could not overcome the dictates of Heaven.

The position of hegemon over the Primordial World is nothing but a bottomless pit, East King Duke sighed in his heart.

To seek hegemony over the Primordial World? That was courting death.

The Innate Three Clans all believed they had a chance, and the Witch and Demon Races thought the same, yet in the end, none succeeded.

The Demon Race was born of the Primordial World's fortune, gathering the luck of the Myriad Races. Furthermore, Taiyi, wielding the Innate Supreme Treasure Chaos Bell, stood alone against six Ancestor Witches, suppressing the world and earning the title of "the first person beneath the Sages."

Yet, in the end, the battle between the Witch and Demon Races still resulted in mutual destruction.

The ending had long been fated; the collapse of the Immortal Court and his own death and dissipation were to be his final outcome.

In the end, only a sliver of his innate true spirit remained, and he, an Innate Divine Being once ranked alongside the Three Pure Ones, was reduced to Lü Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals under Laozi. It was truly a miserable decline.

Thinking of his original fate, East King Duke could not help but worry.

If he went to Purple Cloud Palace to listen to the Dao, the honorable title of "Head of Male Immortals" and its associated karma would be imposed upon him like destiny. Following that would be the hostility of Di Jun, Taiyi, and the entire Demon Race, making his death and dissipation almost inevitable.

If he did not go to Purple Cloud Palace, he could avoid the most direct lethal tribulation, but it would also mean voluntarily giving up the chance to listen to the Primordial Great Dao, as well as the righteous status and immense fortune personally bestowed by the Dao Ancestor.

In this Primordial World, without strength, one was ultimately an ant. Once the Great Tribulation arose, one would face the same danger of annihilation.

Establishing the Immortal Court and fighting for hegemony over the Primordial World had already been proven to be a path to death; he must never repeat the same mistakes.

Only by becoming strong himself was the foundation of the Great Dao. If he could diligently cultivate one path and find one or two like-minded friends to support each other through life and death, he might be able to safely survive this Great Tribulation.

After much deliberation, East King Duke decided on the path he would take in the future.

He did not even know what era he was currently in, so the best plan for now was to focus on cultivation first.

There were no Cultivation Methods in East King Duke's inheritance. For a top-tier Innate Divine Being of the Primordial World like him, the inheritance only contained how to comprehend the laws that suited him, along with various common knowledge.

After all, only a Cultivation Method one created oneself was truly suitable.

Cultivation knows no time, and the Primordial World does not count the years.

Just as East King Duke forgot the passage of time and immersed himself in cultivation, three grand, vast, and tragic oaths suddenly rang out, echoing through the Primordial World like the tolling of a great bell.