Yang Mei: WTF, I've arrived at Pangu's inheritance ground?

In an instant.

In an instant, a Furnace manifested within the Chaos!

Time flowed.

Over here, Lei Jun had yet to finish refining his results.

Over there, Yang Mei, carrying a restless heart, arrived at a place even the Dao of Space could not detect.

A small courtyard resembling a garden.

Then...

He was stunned.

He couldn't help blurting out.

"Whose dwelling is this?!"

"Could it be..."

"Is it some Chaos God or Devil who hasn't fallen yet? And one with no low rank at that?"

What did "no low rank" mean?

At least on the level of the Space Demon God!

But the problem was, beings like that should have all perished under Kaitian long ago!

At this moment.

Yang Mei stared at the small courtyard, shocked beyond measure.

Before the small courtyard.

Yang Mei's expression was startled, his heart uneasy.

The guess he'd just made.

Left him utterly unable to calm down.

What?

A Chaos God or Devil had survived Kaitian?

And with no low rank at that?

In truth.

Since they could survive the Kaitian Tribulation Period, their rank couldn't be low.

After all, those with low ranks.

Couldn't even withstand a single axe strike from Pangu.

Besides.

The ranking of the Three Thousand Chaos Gods and Devils wasn't based on the level of the Great Dao, but on strength.

The Great Dao had no strength or weakness.

What determined strength was merely the user.

So...

"Which one could this be?"

Though there were many Chaos Gods and Devils, the famous ones—those who might have survived Kaitian—were few.

Yang Mei couldn't help guessing.

"Time? Fate? Karma? Creation?"

"None of them should be it!"

"They weren't much stronger than this Old Man!"

"If this Old Man is like this, even if they didn't die, they couldn't be like this now—almost... at their peak?"

Thinking this.

Yang Mei shook his head repeatedly.

His two long brow whiskers trembled along with him.

Deeply puzzled.

As a cultivator formed from a remnant Spiritual Light of the Space Demon God, Yang Mei not only quickly mastered the Dao of Space, but also knew many Secrets of the Chaos.

So he was certain.

Even if the creator of this small courtyard before him was truly a Chaos God or Devil.

It couldn't be the few he'd guessed earlier.

Because their strength wasn't far apart.

For a moment.

Regarding his earlier speculation...

Yang Mei was no longer so confident, muttering to himself.

"Could this old man have guessed wrong?"

"It's not a Chaos Demon God?"

"Then where does this Daoist Rhyme, flowing in a way that seems even more profound than the Heavenly Dao, come from?"

"It can't be..."

"Is it born from nature... no, born from the Dao!"

The courtyard before Yang Mei.

Though it existed within the Primordial Wilderness.

It also seemed to drift outside of it.

Extremely mysterious.

If Yang Mei hadn't touched the Hunyuan realm and mastered the Dao of Space.

Even if ripples had emanated from here.

He might not have sensed them.

To be honest.

At first, he intended to ignore the ripples and leave the Primordial Wilderness directly.

But in the depths of his being.

A premonition told him that if he fled from here and headed into Chaos.

He would miss a great opportunity.

Then.

Yang Mei hesitated.

Opportunity.

Yang Mei craved it deeply. Because of his unique origins, since his transformation, he had never obtained any proper opportunities.

Only insignificant little trinkets.

To the point that.

When he helped Hongjun deal with Luo Yan, he didn't even have a Spirit Treasure.

It could be said that if not for this.

Hongjun, Luo Hou, and the others would all have to step aside.

Furthermore.

For this very reason, he had to leave the Primordial Wilderness. It was obvious that the Heavenly Dao did not favor him.

It even ostracized him!

Thus.

After Hongjun attained sainthood, Yang Mei, who had only just crossed the threshold of Hunyuan, had no choice but to leave the Primordial Wilderness.

Otherwise...

He might face calamity?

That was Yang Mei's premonition.

And also the reason he was in a hurry to leave the Primordial Wilderness.

Unexpectedly.

Now, because of a single ripple, he had stopped.

And arrived before a small courtyard filled with Daoist Rhyme, so profound that just standing at its entrance made one want to exclaim in awe.

"Could it really be born from the Great Dao..."

"Then wouldn't that be..."

"Even more powerful than the Heavenly Dao? At the very least, on par with it!"

Thinking this.

Yang Mei couldn't help but click his tongue.

His brow furrowed even deeper.

At this moment.

A choice lay before him.

The small courtyard's gate was not closed; instead, it was wide open.

However, due to the isolation of some unknown force, what lay inside was actually unclear.

But he could still choose whether to enter or not.

Standing rooted in place.

Yang Mei thought for a long time.

At last.

He made his decision.

He thought to himself.

"No matter what cause gave rise to this dojo."

"Since this old man was able to come here, it means there is a thread of fate within it—not without trace or reason!"

"If this place was born of the Great Dao, then the risk of crossing in or staying out is the same. After all, if the Great Dao wished to target this old man, it would not need to go through such trouble!"

"And if it truly was the doing of some Supreme Existence..."

"Then there is even less reason to worry!"

"The gap in realm is plain to see. If this existence wanted to deal with this old man, would it not be a trivial matter?"

"Moreover, with the ability of that existence, perhaps it already knew of this old man's arrival before he even came here!"

This possibility was high.

It was not a matter of possessing such power.

No amount of speculation could be excessive.

Yang Mei thought.

Gritted his teeth.

And stepped inside.

"This is..."

In an instant, Yang Mei's Eyes flew wide.

He stared around in disbelief, then could not help but look down at himself.

His heart grew even more unsettled.

Because there was so much he wanted to say that, at first, he did not even know where to begin.

"It truly was born of the Great Dao!"

"This place actually contains the purest Dao of Space!"

"Even clearer than what this old man inherited from the Space Demon God!"

"If I can comprehend even a fraction, I can formally step into the Hunyuan realm!"

"Not only that—this place... also contains other Dao methods!"

At this moment.

Yang Mei was utterly stunned.

He never imagined that after entering, he would gain such a harvest.

That he would witness such a shocking sight.

One must understand.

Even the Heavenly Dao only contains three thousand laws and a portion of Dao Principles.

But here.

It not only contained the Dao of Space, but also the Dao of Yin-Yang, the Dao of Time, the Dao of Creation.

And so on.

Everything was included!

What it contained was not three thousand laws, but three thousand Dao Principles!

This meant.

The level of this place was higher than the Heavenly Dao, and also more profound than the Heavenly Dao.

If one could gain insight here.

The harvest would be greater than comprehending the Heavenly Dao!

Laws.

Are merely a part of Dao Principles—fragments, in other words.

In other words.

Compared to this place, even the Heavenly Dao could be said to be incomplete!

"Great Dao above!"

"What kind of place has this old man come to?!"

Yang Mei was shocked.

Suddenly.

A conjecture flashed into his mind.

It made him, involuntarily, even more shocked.

"Could it be..."

"Is this another Pangu?"

"Or rather..."

"Did Pangu never truly fall, and this is Pangu himself?"

In an instant.

Cold sweat poured from Yang Mei, and he even felt a trace of terror.

A shuddering sensation from the depths of his Spiritual Light startled him into immobility.

Hard to imagine.

As a cultivator who had already stepped into Hunyuan, that he could actually feel this way.

But there was no help for it.

Yang Mei's current cultivation level

couldn't even compare to the weakest Chaos Demon God.

What use was Hunyuan?

Compared to Pangu's immense power, it was utterly insignificant!

As for why he had such a thought...

The reason was simple.

Because according to legend, Pangu had mastered the three thousand Dao Principles!

Just like what was happening now!

It could be that Pangu never fell, or that Pangu had been reborn!

Just as he was thinking.

Yang Mei's Dao Body suddenly tilted, and his foot seemed to be "tripped" by something, even causing him to fall directly to the ground!

That thing was extremely hard.

And it had risen to the level of a concept, capable of even breaking through space!

When he looked again.

To the point that even his Dao Body had developed flaws!

Suddenly.

Yang Mei was horrified.

Yet, before he could even cry out.

A cry of pain

appeared ahead of him.

Then came a long string of confusion.

"Hiss~"

"Pain kills I!"

"You there, Daoist, do you not watch where you're walking? Do you know what place this is, to be wandering about so carelessly?"

At this moment.

Yang Mei was dumbfounded.

For the first moment, he hadn't even reacted.

What was happening?

A pebble?

And...

Hadn't it tripped this Old Man?

Why was it the one crying out in pain first?

Something wasn't right!

Yang Mei couldn't help but speak.

"This old man was tripped by an utterly ordinary pebble? And it even broke through my Dao Body?"

As soon as the words fell.

That voice rang out again.

Carrying obvious displeasure.

"Old man, who are you calling ordinary?"

As it spoke.

That pebble actually jumped up.

Its speed was astonishing.

Transcending space-time, even Yang Mei couldn't react in time.

Dong!

A dull thud.

Yang Mei was struck on the forehead by that pebble again!

Instantly.

Yang Mei's Dao Body was breached once more, and blood even flowed from the impact site!

At this point.

Even if Yang Mei were denser, he'd know this stone was strange.

Or rather...

It was not to be trifled with!

Forged from the purest Dao Principles!

"The Way of Hardness?"

Yang Mei couldn't help raising an eyebrow, utterly surprised, "Forgive this old man's poor eyesight for not recognizing your methods, friend. Please forgive me!"

"Forgive you?"

A ripple of consciousness came from the pebble.

"I am merely a pebble. Even if I forgive you, it remains to be seen whether the master of this place will forgive you for trespassing!"

"The master of this place?"

Yang Mei was somewhat puzzled.

His tone turned ingratiating.

"May I ask, friend, whose dojo is this? To have turned a Hunyuan cultivator like you... into a stone?"

No sooner had he spoken.

The voice came from the pebble again.

"Hm?"

"Who said I was turned into a stone?"

"I did it willingly!"

As it spoke, it jumped up.

Looking quite displeased.

Scaring Yang Mei into repeatedly backing away, afraid of being hit again.

Then.

The stone spoke again.

"Open your eyes wide and look around properly. Don't foolishly try to comprehend the void—how much fortune can that bring? Truly dull-witted. I wonder how you even cultivated to Hunyuan and managed to get here?"

"Could it be..."

"That fools have fool's luck? The Celestial Venerable didn't even chase you away!"

At these words.

Yang Mei was even more speechless.

Was this something a person would say? It was infuriating!

Oh.

It was just a stone.

Never mind, then.

But the pebble's words caught Yang Mei's attention.

Surroundings?

Don't just comprehend the void.

Come to think of it.

From the moment he stepped into this small courtyard, Yang Mei hadn't properly observed his surroundings.

Instead, out of habit, he began comprehending from the void.

Just like how Primordial Wilderness cultivators comprehend the Heavenly Dao, and Chaos Demon Gods comprehend the Great Dao.

Yang Mei, out of habit.

Performed the same operation, yet subconsciously overlooked everything around him.

And then...

He was shocked once again.

Only then did he understand why that stone had called him a "fool."

Even he himself felt the same way.