Pangu Hall Stuns the Gods; the Three Pure Ones Regret Their Deed and Want to Bash Their Heads Against a Mountain

"Th-this is Pangu Hall?"

At that moment, the mighty figures watching from beyond the Ancestral Land of the Witch Race nearly had their eyes pop out of their sockets.

This was outrageous!

After all, nobody had ever imagined that the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race had another trump card—and judging by the looks of it, this trump card was every bit as powerful as the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation.

If Hongjun had heard the thoughts of all those mighty figures, he would probably have cursed them out by now.

Of course, even though he wasn't cursing them out right now, his eyes were filled with surprise, shock, and an intense, burning envy.

"There's no mistake. Absolutely no mistake. This is definitely a Chaos Spiritual Treasure!"

At that moment, Hongjun could barely contain himself.

One had to understand that even the Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation in his possession had never surpassed the category of Innate Supreme Treasures.

Think about it. The Pangu Axe had been split into three, and even with the Merit of Opening the Heavens, its pieces were still only Innate Supreme Treasures. The Jade Plate of Creation, though the greatest treasure for comprehending the laws beneath the Great Dao, had still been shattered.

And unlike the Chaos Bell, Taiji Diagram, and Pangu Banner, which had remained as intact as possible after the Pangu Axe was divided, the Jade Plate of Creation had been completely shattered, its fragments becoming who knew how many spirit treasures and spiritual objects.

Of course, after passing through the Primordial Era and the Ancient Era, Hongjun had managed to gather a considerable portion of the Jade of Creation. This had at least allowed him to restore a tiny, tiny fraction of the power of this Chaos Supreme Treasure.

Even so, the Jade Plate of Creation was still only an Innate Supreme Treasure.

And that was only because, after becoming a Saint, Hongjun had relied on the power of the Heavenly Dao and the Qiankun Cauldron, as well as a vast amount of his Merit, to refine and fuse it anew.

The Jade of Creation had no other Merit. Its sole function was to help its user comprehend and master the laws of the Heavenly Dao more easily and quickly.

But now, Hongjun was certain that Pangu Hall was a Chaos Spiritual Treasure that surpassed the limits of Innate Supreme Treasures—a treasure that would draw countless Hunyuan Realm powerhouses, even Chaos Realm powerhouses, into a scramble for it if it appeared in the Chaos World.

"That's right. Absolutely right. I once sensed this aura among those Chaos Demon Gods. This is definitely the aura of a Chaos Spiritual Treasure. There's no mistaking it!"

Hongjun hissed through clenched teeth.

A Chaos Spiritual Treasure!

One could put it this way: if Hongjun possessed a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, he would have a way to break free of the Primordial World's Heavenly Dao. Instead of being able to prove only the Heavenly Dao Realm—and, even after becoming a Heavenly Dao Realm powerhouse, remaining a puppet constrained by the Primordial World's Heavenly Dao—he could strive to become a Chaos Realm powerhouse and transform into a Chaos Demon God, a transcendent being.

What living creature would willingly let itself be controlled by another?

And the more profound a creature's cultivation, the more keenly it felt this unwillingness.

But in the next instant, Hongjun forcefully suppressed the stirring in his heart.

As if! That was Pangu Hall.

In fact, he had sensed the extraordinary nature of Pangu Hall long ago.

Did you think Hongjun had never tried to divine the fate of the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race? Why had he failed to do so? Because Pangu Hall concealed their heavenly secrets.

Back then, Hongjun had considered whether he should smash Pangu Hall to pieces.

But when he sensed that Pangu Hall might be connected to the Will of Pangu upstream along the River of Time, he immediately backed down.

Given Pangu's realm, even if he seemed to be dead now, if he sensed someone downstream in time harming him or his descendants, do you think he wouldn't send an axe crashing down along the River of Time?

That would be an axe wielded personally by Pangu, who had taken up the Pangu Axe.

Forget Hongjun—even the Heavenly Dao would die the moment it got touched by it.

At that moment, Hongjun's envy and jealousy truly reached their peak.

"The Orthodox Pangu Lineage, as expected. Pangu's legacy is so rich that even Chaos Demon Gods would burn with envy!"

"Too bad I can't touch it. I can't touch it at all!"

Hongjun sighed, then instinctively turned his gaze toward the Three Pure Ones.

The Ancestral Witches were formed from Pangu's blood essence, so they had Pangu Hall. Surely the Three Pure Ones had a Chaos Spiritual Treasure similar to Pangu Hall?

But when he looked over, Hongjun nearly burst out laughing.

It couldn't be helped. When you were the only one suffering a loss, you felt miserable and heartbroken.

But if you saw someone else suffering too—especially someone who should have profited handsomely from the situation, but had gained nothing and suffered a heavy loss just like you—then even if you didn't feel better, you at least felt more balanced.

And so Hongjun felt balanced now.

Though this old man couldn't get his hands on a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, if he saw that the Three Pure Ones should have had one too, only for those three wastrels to dismantle it, then he just had to laugh.

"Hahahaha..."

At that moment, laughter like thunder rumbled through Purple Heaven Palace.

It was so loud that even Haotian and Yaochi, who were watering the Flat Peach Tree in the rear hall of Purple Heaven Palace, heard it.

"Haotian, what do you think the Ancestor is laughing about? Since I was born, I've never seen him laugh so heartily."

"Yaochi, why are you so nosy... Hmm, what does 'nosy' mean? Never mind, it doesn't matter. What matters is that our most important task right now is watering the Flat Peach Tree."

"Mm, I'll listen to you, Haotian!"

"Good girl!"

Naturally, Hongjun sensed what was happening in the back courtyard.

Seeing the exchange between the two little ones, Hongjun couldn't help laughing again.

"Still just children!"

Meanwhile, the Three Pure Ones' faces were a complicated mix of livid and flushed.

They had finally realized just how outrageously foolish a thing they had done.

Red lotus, white root, green lotus leaf—the Three Pure Ones had originally been one family, right?

And the price?

There it was: the 24th-Grade Creation Green Lotus, a Chaos Spiritual Treasure.

At the thought, the Three Pure Ones wanted to bash their heads against Mount Buzhou.

They had suffered an enormous loss.

This was a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, one that might even have been more powerful than Pangu Hall—and the three brothers had dismantled it themselves.

They could even imagine that if Pangu found out, he'd be so enraged that he'd come back to life just to yell at them.

Of course, there were real-world examples of this sort of thing too, such as the stories of Furry Bear and Big Mao and Second Mao, right?

More importantly, from now on, most of the mighty figures in the Primordial World would know about this.

This wasn't just a matter among the Three Pure Ones anymore. They had become the very byword for wastrels in the Primordial World!

When the Three Pure Ones imagined leaving Kunlun Mountain and seeing the strange looks on the faces of those mighty figures they'd never thought much of—the barely concealed glee, the stifled laughter—they felt as if a hundred claws were raking at their hearts.

For the Three Pure Ones, who valued their dignity more than the heavens, this was worse than being killed.

"How humiliating!"

After a long while, the Three Pure Ones sighed in unison.