The Pangu World, once the vast and boundless center of the Primordial World, has now been reduced to countless fragments scattered across the void.
However, at the core surrounded by countless fragments, a blue star—Earth—still floats silently, emitting a faint yet tenacious spiritual light.
This is the final Origin, and the ultimate stage for all schemes.
The void surrounding the Earth is no longer empty.
The vast divine light and Buddhist light intertwined, illuminating the dark universe with a bright glow.
The ancient Heavenly Court, long since hidden and even forgotten by the world, its remaining palaces and pavilions appear and disappear amidst auspicious clouds and mist.
The stars in the sky were arrayed in formation, and countless illusory figures of celestial soldiers and generals, clad in golden armor and wielding Divine Weapon, stood solemnly, exuding an aura of solemnity.
The leader was none other than the Jade Emperor, whose face was even more majestic than before after experiencing countless tribulations.
His imperial aura resonated with the Heavenly Dao Law, and he had clearly returned to his peak, or even reached a higher level.
On the other side, the sounds of Buddhist chants resounded through the void, and golden lotuses bloomed out of thin air, converging into a boundless golden cloud of Merit.
Above the golden clouds, Buddha Tathagata, Bodhisattvas with hands clasped in prayer, and Arhats with wrathful eyes—this was none other than the long-dormant lineage of Spirit Mountain.
The Buddhas, Arhats, and Bodhisattvas, with their solemn appearances and radiant light, all returned, their breaths harmonious and unobstructed, hinting at rebirth in Nirvana and a further advancement in their spiritual journey.
The most eye-catching of all is the one that embodies Fortune and the passing down of traditions.
Twelve figures, each with a distinct yet equally vast and imposing aura, stood like twelve pillars supporting the sky, towering in the void.
They are majestic, benevolent, brave, or wise; they are the twelve Dao Seed of the Human Race Human Emperor!
The leader, dressed in black robes with white hair, had an ancient and unsophisticated face. His eyes seemed to hold the Eight Trigrams as they opened and closed, deducing the mysteries of heaven and earth. He was none other than the first ancestor of the Human Race, the Fuxi Dao Seed!
Beside him, Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, and Xuanyuan Heaven and Earth.
Zhuanxu, Emperor Ku, Yao, Shun, Yu, Di Xin... and even the last First Emperor Ying Zheng Shi Huang and Civilization Wu Zetian, Fortune upon Human Race since its birth and the backbone of its civilization are contained here!
Zhang Yu was also among them.
He and the other two "Number Three Rebellious Dao Seed" did not fight to the death, but instead chose the path of "one body, three souls, temporary fusion" proposed by the tall, thin man.
The three Dao Seed Origin resonated with each other, their power superimposed, completely activating the undying holy soul belonging to the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, which had been dormant deep within their bloodlines!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he One Step Ascension, completely solidifying his status as Sage.
He now ranks third among the emperors of the Human Race, only after Fuxi and Shennong.
Fuxi Dao Seed swept over the three forces of Heavenly Court, Spirit Mountain, and the Human Race, finally settling on the Jade Emperor.
His voice, deep yet resolute, echoed in the hearts of every sacred person:
"The plan of that year, which involved enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens, and taking the initiative to shatter the Three Realms, was not a defeat or death, but a rebirth from the brink of death."
It scattered fragments of the Three Realms into the endless void, absorbing the chaotic energy to nourish itself and accumulate power.
After hundreds of thousands of years of dormancy, the time is now ripe!
Once the fragments of the heavens are reassembled, the Heaven and Earth can be reversed, the heavens and earth can be recreated, and the Pan Clan Raiders can be wiped out in one fell swoop, eliminating future troubles forever!
The Jade Emperor, with a solemn expression, slowly nodded, his voice carrying the composure and decisiveness of Emperor:
"What the Holy Emperor Fuxi said is absolutely right."
Currently, the Heavenly Court has secretly integrated and refined 30% of the fragmented world's Origin.
Spirit Mountain, obtained 20%.
Even in the cycle of reincarnation in the Underworld, one receives two percent.
Human Race will also receive 20%.
His gaze swept over the crowd, his tone slightly somber, "However, the final piece is still missing... in the hands of Kong Qiu and his Confucianism school."
The moment the name "Kong Qiu" was uttered, the atmosphere at the scene froze.
Most of the gods, Buddha, and Human Emperor had their brows furrowed.
Without this crucial element, the integration cannot be completed, and the plan may have fatal flaws.
Kong Qiu, however, was the "culprit" Primordial World "betrayed" the primordial world and sided with the Pan Clan Raiders. He was an enemy of Myriad Heavens and Worlds. How could he possibly hand over this last Origin?
Even if they were willing, how could they be believed?
Zhang Yu's mind raced. Thinking of the life-and-death battle with Zilu and the others, and the "bad reputation" of Confucianism in Myriad Heavens and Worlds, his complex feelings towards this "Supreme Sage and Teacher" were now tinged with doubt and heaviness.
Just as everyone was silently pondering a solution, a ethereal and transcendent voice, seemingly emanating from the Heavenly Dao Origin, rang out:
"You need not worry about Kong Qiu's affairs."
Before the words were finished, Golden Light descended from the Void, and purple qi aura traveled thirty thousand miles eastward, spreading auspicious energy.
Amidst the Golden Light and purple qi, a figure gradually materialized and appeared.
The newcomer had white hair and a youthful face, with an air of otherworldly grace. He wore a simple Daoist robe, and his body was surrounded by boundless primordial purple purple qi. The Great Dao Principle manifested and submitted to him.
His appearance seemed to be the Incarnation of the "Tao," causing the heavens and earth to fall silent and all laws to resonate with him.
"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"
Regardless of their esteemed status, such as the Jade Emperor of Heavenly Court or the Buddha of Spirit Mountain, or their transcendent position, such as the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the Human Race, upon seeing this person, they all became solemn, bowed respectfully, and showed the utmost reverence.
The newcomer was none other than the Primordial World Dao Ancestor, the supreme being who preached and enlightened all the saints in the Zixiao Palace — Dao Ancestor Hongjun!
Dao Ancestor Hongjun's gaze swept peacefully over all the saints and gods present.
He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching the hearts of everyone present:
"When the Pan Clan invaded, they came with great force."
If they were to confront each other head-on, the Three Realms might be temporarily preserved, but their foundations would be exhausted, making it difficult to sustain their power, and destruction would be inevitable.
Therefore, this humble Daoist priest and my friend Fuxi have devised a plan.
He paused, then uttered something startling:
"He ordered Kong Qiu to lead a group of Confucianism elites, feigning allegiance to the Pan Clan, and infiltrate their ranks."
Firstly, to investigate the truth; secondly... to use the plunderers to draw upon the primordial energy of chaos and nourish my fragments of the Primordial World!
"What?"
Even those with the State of Mind of Sage couldn't help but gasp softly at this moment.
Zhang Yu's mind went blank, completely lost.
Kong Qiu... was he an undercover agent?
That life-or-death battle with Zilu, the conflict with Confucianism, those years of pursuit and counter-pursuit... was it all just a play?
Was this a staged act of self-inflicted suffering, performed not only for the Pan Clan Raiders but also for Myriad Heavens and Worlds?
Hongjun continued:
"Now, the fragments of the heavens, after hundreds of thousands of years of being nourished by chaos, Origin become strong enough to support us in completing the plan we made back then."
Next, all we need to do is reunite the Primordial World, recreate the heavens and earth, and use this new world as a furnace to refine the invading enemy in one fell swoop!
When the truth was revealed, all the saints were speechless.
Thinking about the deep-seated hatred towards Confucianism over hundreds of thousands of years, and the contempt and persecution of Kong Qiu, I feel a sense of absurdity at this moment.
It turns out that the "traitor" they hated so much was actually the hero who endured the deepest humiliation and hardship.
"Fellow comrades, in order to deceive the eyes and ears of the plunderers, I have had no choice but to 'offend' you many times over the years and 'hunt you down' everywhere. It was truly out of desperation."
Please forgive me!
A clear, upright voice, imbued with boundless Righteous Qi, rang out.
A vast expanse of Awe-Inspiring Righteous Qi, like a rainbow piercing the sun, surged forth from the other end of the void.
Confucius, dressed in a Confucian robe and wearing a turban, led his seventy-two disciples, drifting gracefully across the vast river.
His expression was serene, and he bowed to all the saints and gods with clear and open eyes.
The gods of Heavenly Court and the emperors of the Human Race looked at this "arch-enemy" with complex and indescribable feelings.
Hundreds of thousands of years of hostility, countless clashes, bloodshed and hatred have long been deeply rooted.
Upon suddenly learning the truth, I was momentarily at a loss for words.
But when he thought of their shared ultimate goal, and of the other's hundreds of thousands of years of forbearance and sacrifice, the pent-up hatred slowly dissipated, turning into a complex and incomprehensible sigh, and a sense of respect for this "fellow traveler."
A sense of relief is the best description of this moment.
Only one person had a face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water; it was none other than Guiguzi, the patriarch of the School of Diplomacy!
He boasted that he could scheme against the world, using heaven and earth as a chessboard and All Beings as chess pieces.
Little did he know that his hundreds of thousands of years of "strategic maneuvering," "inciting conflict between humans and gods," and "secretly developing his power" were all part of someone else's scheme.
He thought he was the chess player, but little did he know that he was the most important piece, orchestrated by Fuxi, Hongjun, and Confucius in a grand and dramatic performance!
At this moment, looking at the Heavenly Court, at the Human Race, and at Confucius standing with a smile, he felt an indescribable sense of suffocation and shame welling up in his heart.
This Old Ancestor of intrigue has been schemed against for hundreds of thousands of years without even realizing it!
This feeling was worse than killing him.
Fuxi seemed to see through Guiguzi's thoughts and took the initiative to speak:
"Fellow Daoist Guigu, there's no need to take it too seriously."
In a way, everything you've done was intentionally guided and fueled by us.
Non-Self covert planning to target you, making you feel there was an opportunity to take advantage, and causing you to harbor resentment...
Would you 'voluntarily' side with someone who instigates and provokes you to do such outrageous things?
Your actions are also part of the plan.
Upon hearing this, Guiguzi was so frustrated that he almost vomited blood, and he lowered his head in silence.
Having been used as a pawn for hundreds of thousands of years, they were finally told, "You are an important part of the plan."
This feeling is truly unpleasant.
But things had come to this point, and the overall situation was paramount. Despite his immense resentment, he could only suppress it.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun said no more, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp as lightning, sweeping across the depths of the endless void.
He seemed to pierce through layers of barriers and see the colossal creature rapidly approaching, brimming with greed and destructive power.
"Alright, the cause and effect are clear, let's not dwell on the past."
Hongjun's voice turned cold, carrying an undeniable determination:
"All sages, heed my command! Immediately offer up the fragments of the Three Realms that you have smelted, and prepare for the final fusion."
We must prepare ourselves, waiting only for Pan Yong and the main force of the plunderers to enter this world before launching our attack, merging the heavens to trap and defeat them!
"Follow the Edict of the Dao Ancestor!"
Without any hesitation, all the saints present, regardless of any past grievances, put aside their differences and responded in unison.
For the survival of the Primordial World and the continuation of Civilization, personal honor and disgrace, and disputes over lineage can all be set aside!
"Rise!"
With a thought, Zhang Yu felt a sudden tremor in his mind. The vast world within his Sea of Consciousness, which he had refined, nourished, and expanded to a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, trembled violently.
This world transformed into a dazzling stream of light, flying out from between its brows and hovering above the Earth.
In that illusory world, Mountains, Rivers, and Rivers and Mountains, the sun, Sun, Moon, and Stars, and all living things are faintly visible, displaying a myriad of phenomena.
Following closely behind--
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, equally massive auras, some sacred, some radiant with Buddhist light, some majestic, and some exuding Imperial Dao power, soared into the sky!
Other worlds refined from Rebellious Dao Seed Vessel;
The fragments of the "Heavenly Realm" were condensed by the gods of Heavenly Court using supreme treasures such as the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Striking Whip;
The fragments of the "Buddhist Kingdom" gathered by the Buddhas of Spirit Mountain through the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm;
Fragments of the "Netherworld" formed from the cycle of reincarnation in the Underworld;
There are also fragments of the "Confucian and Daoist" world forged by Confucius with his Spring and Autumn Brush Awe-Inspiring Righteous Qi;
Everything is now visible!
Dozens of world fragments of varying sizes and auras, but all sharing the same Origin as the Primordial World, revolve slowly around the Earth like stars surrounding the moon.
These are the last foundation and hope of the shattered Pangu World!
Dao Ancestor Hongjun's gaze was like a torch, seemingly piercing through time and space. He uttered a low shout, "They've come! They've come!"
Almost at the same time he finished speaking, several terrifying spatial fluctuations suddenly came from the void surrounding Earth!
An aura of greed, violence, and destruction surged forth like a tsunami!
"This is the power! So pure, so immense, a force of creation far surpassing what it was back then!"
Pan He arrived, he sensed the intoxicating and magnificent aura of creation emanating from the depths of the Earth and the surrounding fragments of the world.
His eyes gleamed with greed, and with an excited roar, he led several of his most trusted and loyal followers toward the core area of Earth and the fragments of the heavens without waiting for Pan Yong's order!
He wanted to be the first to devour this purest form of creation!
"Snort!"
Pan Yong snorted coldly, extremely dissatisfied with Pan He's preemptive move.
But faced with such a formidable opportunity, it couldn't afford to worry about anything else. With a swift movement of its enormous body, carrying an overwhelming momentum, it also charged towards the core!
Other raiders followed suit, like a pack of hungry wolves smelling blood, pouncing on what they saw as "fat meat."
However, the very next instant they all stepped into this "region" shrouded by Earth and fragments of the heavens—
"Buzz--!!!"
An indescribable, vast wave, seemingly originating from the very beginning of creation, suddenly erupted from the Earth's core and from those dozens of fragments of the world simultaneously!
The Principle governing the entire space containing the remains of the "Pangu World" instantly became incredibly stable and solid, transforming into the most indestructible cage!
The spatial passage that they had easily torn apart when they arrived closed and disappeared silently!
"What happened? Why is the spatial passage sealed off?"
"This is bad! The Heavenly Dao Law in this world are being reinforced and are suppressing us!"
"Is it a trap?"
Pan Yong, Pan He, and the other raiders' expressions changed drastically; they immediately sensed something was wrong.
That sudden, overwhelming force of heaven and earth is frantically suppressing these "foreign predators"!
They tried to Rift Cleave to escape, but found that the surrounding spatial barriers were stronger than they had imagined, and they couldn't budge them even with their strength!
"Right now, all the heavens merge, and the Origin returns to one."
Fellow Daoists, please help me!
The voice of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, like a decree from the Heavenly Dao, resounded in the heart of every sacred being!
"For the Primordial World!"
For the sake of all living beings!
"For the Civilization!"
Without hesitation, without fear.
The gods of Heavenly Court, the Buddhas of Spirit Mountain, the ghosts and spirits of the Underworld, the emperors of the Human Race, and even Confucius and his disciples.
At the same moment, all the saints made the same choice—to shatter their Dao Fruit, burn their Divine Soul, and disintegrate their Essence Blood!
Boom boom boom boom--!!!
Countless rays of light, representing the divine Origin, burned and exploded like billions of stars at the same time!
That was the shattering of the Dao Fruit, the sacrifice of the Divine Soul, and the burning of the Essence Blood!
All the sacred beings, without reservation, merged everything they possessed into the dozens of fragments of the world that were rapidly converging, colliding, and fusing together!
Zhang Yu was among them.
He felt the Xuanyuan Sacred Soul cheering, resonating, and actively disintegrating, transforming into the most Origin flame of humanity.
He took one last look at this new world that was about to be reborn, then his consciousness returned to chaos, becoming nourishment for the new world along with all the other victims.
Rumble--!!!
An indescribable, terrifying energy erupted!
Dozens of fragments of the world, propelled by the saints and gods using everything they possessed as fuel, collided and merged with Earth at their core!
Chaos surged, earth, water, fire, and wind recurred, and the pure and turbid energies separated!
A brand new, boundless, and incredibly stable prototype of heaven and earth is rapidly taking shape amidst the light of destruction and creation!
The dozen or so Pan Clan Raiders had broken in were now like giant beasts stuck in a swamp, tightly bound and pulled by this terrifying, world-shaking power!
They were horrified to discover that their enormous bodies and the power they had plundered were being instinctively rejected, broken down, and devoured by this newly born world!
"No--!
This is a trap, a trap set by the Remnants of the Primordial World chaos! Run!
Pan Yong let out a desperate roar and struggled frantically.
"Roar!
Pangu, this is the aura of Pangu; he is not quite dead yet.
Pan He was utterly horrified.
From that newly born Origin heaven and earth, it sensed a familiar aura that made its soul tremble—the aura of Pangu, the creator of heaven Pangu!
Amidst the churning chaos, in the center of that newly born, rapidly expanding world, a colossal phantom, towering over the heavens and reaching a height of millions of miles, slowly coalesced and manifested!
His muscles were bulging, his face was blurry yet filled with the majesty of creation, and he held a phantom giant axe that seemed capable of splitting the chaos!
It is the phantom of Pangu!
It is the new Pangu, who was born anew from chaos after gathering all the Origin fragments of the Primordial World and fusing all the sacrifices of the saints and gods!
No!
It's not just a phantom!
The giant's eyes slowly opened!
Cold and indifferent, as if looking down at ants, he looked down at the dozen or so Pan Clan Raiders were trapped in a desperate situation and struggling frantically.
"Since you're here, you might as well stay."
"Pangu" spoke, his voice booming like a million thunderbolts exploding simultaneously, carrying the Supreme will to create the world. He slowly raised the giant axe in his hand.
"No--!!!"
"Spare me--!!!"
Pan Yong, Pan He, and the other plunderers let out their final roars, filled with endless fear and regret.
They desperately burned their Origin, trying to break free and escape, but all their struggles were in vain before the giant axe that seemed to represent the will of the entire new world.
"Open the heavens!"
Accompanied by a calm yet resounding Daoist chant, the giant axe fell.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling light and shadow.
Only a single, pure axe light, seemingly containing all the mysteries between "nothingness" and "being," swept across.
Wherever they passed, space, time, matter, energy, and even the distorted and warped "existence" of the plunderers themselves, vanished silently like snow under the scorching sun, returning to nothingness.
More than a dozen Pan Clan Raiders, capable of destroying countless worlds, along with their roars, struggles, and fear, vanished completely under the light of this heaven-opening axe.
Their remaining strength merged into the new world that was being opened up, becoming the initial "nourishment" that nourished the new world.
With one axe stroke, all demons vanquished!
Having done all this, Pangu's enormous figure, as if having exhausted all its strength and completed its final mission, slowly closed its eyes.
His body began to expand and differentiate; the light and clear elements rose to become the heavens, while the heavy and turbid elements descended to become the earth. His body transformed into the Mountains, Rivers, and Rivers and Mountains, his blood into lakes and seas, and his hair into vegetation and stars...
A new world, amidst the ruins of the old world and the bones of the victims, and in the desperate cries of the plunderers, truly and spectacularly began its creation and evolution.
And deep within that newly born Origin heaven and earth, an undying spiritual light flickers.
That was the convergence of the last traces of true spirit from all the victims.
Given countless years, when the new world is stable and the great cycle continues, these imprints may return in new forms with the birth of new life.
Zhang Yu's consciousness, too, was plunged into the deepest darkness and chaos within that grand spectacle of creation.
He seemed to transform into the wind, into the rain, into a part of the earth, merging with this newborn world.
(The End)
I apologize to everyone. Due to limited ability, the writing went awry in the later stages, and I had to end it hastily.
See you all again in the future.