Pangu's true body? That's my dad's bodyguard!

Xiruan glared furiously at the giant hand, opened her mouth wide, and let out a roar:

"ROAR--!"

This sound stirred something deep and restless within Tongtian's soul.

It was like the final lament of the Three Thousand Demons as they fell, and even more like the first furious shout of Pangu the Great as he split the chaos.

This overwhelmingly domineering sound had actually come from his own daughter's mouth!

The Purple Cloud Palace fell into utter silence, as if time itself had stopped flowing.

Tongtian stiffly raised his head, his gaze passing over his daughter to an unexpected phantom—one that was rising from the void, straightening its spine.

It was Pangu!

That name carved into the bones and blood of every living being in the Primordial Wilderness, the Father God before whom even the Three Pure Ones must bow in worship!

Tongtian felt his scalp go numb, every pore on his body contracting wildly.

This wasn't a dharma form! Nor a projection! It was the will of Father God himself!

"Get down!"

Xiruan shouted in her childish voice, her little short arm swinging in a full arc as she smashed it fiercely toward Hongjun.

Behind her, the phantom of Pangu that had torn through chaos made the same motion.

The Way was simple to the extreme, the pinnacle of power.

Where the fist passed, earth, water, fire, and wind instantly reenacted creation. The originally stable chaotic space beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens silently disintegrated.

Hongjun's sky-covering giant hand looked utterly ridiculous before this unremarkable punch.

"Pfft--"

A soft sound.

Hongjun's great hand, which represented the majesty of the Heavenly Dao and could suppress even a saint, was directly pierced through by Pangu's phantom fist!

Purple qi scattered; golden lotuses withered.

"This is... the Way of Power?!"

High above, those eyes that had always looked upon all life with indifference rippled violently for the first time.

Hongjun was panicking.

If it were merely overwhelming strength, he could still mobilize the Heavenly Dao to suppress it.

But this will... it was the origin of the Primordial Wilderness!

This little girl wasn't throwing a punch—she was throwing the entire Primordial Wilderness!

If this continued, even the Heavenly Dao would turn against him, the one who had merged with it!

"Tongtian! Fine... you've hidden it well!"

Hongjun's voice was no longer indifferent; it carried a hint of frantic rage.

His true form dissolved into a sea of purple qi, fleeing like a coward back into the depths of the Heavenly Dao void.

Clang!

The door slammed shut again with a heavy sound.

[Ding! Pangu's True Body (Trial Version) has ended.]

[Ding! Host successfully beat up the Dao Ancestor. Reward: Top-grade Innate Spiritual Root · Huangzhong Li (three fruits)!]

[Ding! Due to the host's outstanding performance, bonus reward: Chaos Concealment Talisman (one)!]

As the system notification faded, the terrifying phantom of Pangu dissipated without a trace.

"Phew..."

Xiruan plopped down on the ground, her little face pale, panting heavily.

"This baby is exhausted."

She patted her flat little belly. That single punch had drained all the strength she had saved up over several days.

She reached out her small hand and grabbed at the air randomly.

Three golden fruits, shimmering with the inscriptions of the Great Way, appeared out of nowhere.

An exotic fragrance filled the air.

Just one sniff, and Tongtian felt his nearly shattered saintly origin actually pulse once.

"Dad, eat."

Xiruan struggled to her feet and stuffed a fruit, larger than her own fist, into Tongtian's hand.

Tongtian was completely numb.

He looked at the Huangzhong Li in his hand—a fruit that existed only in legend—then at his daughter, who was already shoving another fruit into her mouth.

"Crunch--"

The fruit was crisp, juice splattering everywhere.

"This... this is a Huangzhong Li?!"

Tongtian's voice trembled, the hand holding the fruit shaking violently.

A supreme treasure that let mortals live thirty-six thousand years just by smelling it, and ascend to Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal upon eating one...

And this little girl was eating it like a snack?

"Hmm... a bit sour, not as good as meat."

Xiruan wrinkled her little nose in distaste, but to fill her stomach, she still took big bites.

"Dad, hurry up and eat, so we can make a run after we're full."

Tongtian looked at his spirited youngest daughter, and his eyes suddenly grew hot.

He had thought he'd reached a dead end.

The Jie Sect destroyed, his disciples slaughtered, himself imprisoned in the Purple Cloud Palace with no hope of ever turning things around.

But now.

His daughter seemed to have forcibly dragged him out of the darkness.

"Alright, Dad will eat."

Tongtian hesitated no longer and took a huge bite.

Surging life essence exploded inside his body. His withered Saint Meridian, like parched earth after a long drought, frantically and greedily absorbed this power.

Though he couldn't fully restore his Saint Position, the Heavenly Restraint had actually loosened!

A moment later.

Father and daughter had each finished one fruit.

Xiruan wiped the juice from the corner of her mouth, patted her little butt, stood up, and once again hoisted the enormous Chaos Baby Bottle onto her shoulder.

"Dad, that mean old man is definitely going to call for backup. We can't stay here."

She trotted on her short legs, tap-tap-tap, to the front door.

The hole blasted out by Pangu's Shadow still gaped there, the lingering terrifying aura of destruction preventing the Heavenly Dao's laws from repairing it.

This... the one that escaped!

Tongtian's pupils sharply contracted.

The Great Dao has fifty paths, Heaven evolves forty-nine, and man escapes with one.

This child had struck out the Jie Sect's single thread of life!

"Daughter, out there are Chaotic Currents. Where are we going?" Tongtian asked nervously.

Xiruan looked back, revealing a mouthful of little white rice-teeth, her smile exceptionally bright.

"There's a guy named Haotian who owes us money."

"Haotian?" Tongtian was taken aback.

"Yeah! His full name is something like... Haotian Golden Palace Supreme... ah, too long, can't remember!"

Xiruan waved her hand, looking disgusted.

"Anyway, he's just a village bully! I heard his place is made entirely of gold, and he has tons of delicious peaches!"

"Let's go pick all his peaches to pay off the debt!"

Tongtian felt his vision go dark, his legs turning weak.

Haotian?

The Jade Emperor?

The current ruler of the Three Realms?

In your mouth, he's a village bully?!

And you want to rob his Peaches of Immortality?!

"Ruanruan, no! That's the Heavenly Court, swarming with experts..."

Before Tongtian could finish, Xiruan had already slipped through the hole with a whoosh.

"Dad, hurry up! If we're late, the monkey will steal all the peaches!"

Her excited shout came from outside the hole.

"If you've got the guts, the Jade Emperor takes maternity leave!"

Tongtian stood before the broken opening, watching that small figure vanish into the chaos, his face a spectacle of conflicting emotions.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, his gaze gradually turning ruthless.

"Enough! Enough! Enough!"

"Since the Heavenly Dao is unjust, then what harm is there in tearing through this sky!"

"Daughter, wait for your father! Your father will break the wind for you!"

Nine Heavens, Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Immortal music curled softly, a thousand strands of Auspicious Qi.

The Jade Emperor, Haotian, sat high upon his dragon throne, his eyes slightly closed, savoring the glory of the sovereign of the Three Realms.

Suddenly.

Roar—!

The Qi Luck Golden Dragon coiled around the pillar let out a blood-curdling shriek without warning.

Its voice was filled with terror, as if sensing the arrival of some natural enemy.

Crack.

The Nine Dragons Supreme Chair beneath Haotian's seat inexplicably snapped one of its legs.

The dignified Jade Emperor's body tilted, nearly falling flat on his face before the Civil and Military Officials.

"What is this?!"

Haotian steadied himself, his face ashen.

He raised his hand and made a calculation.

The Heavenly Mechanism... was in chaos.

An inexplicable chill shot straight from his spine to the crown of his head.