Conscious Spirit Body

The massive shift in celestial phenomena was visible throughout the entire Mount Buzhou Range. The demons and Demon Kings who had entered were all startled, their hearts stirred as they gazed at the colossal golden light shooting straight into the heavens. Realizing that the Pangu information had emerged, they immediately converged from all directions, near and far.

At this moment, He Yu sensed strands of consciousness energy radiating within a radius of one hundred thousand miles. These strands were formless, shadowless, and incredibly faint—even combined, they did not amount to a fraction of He Yu's own consciousness. Yet, as he watched this energy begin to gather in the sky, He Yu felt a sense of trepidation.

The consciousness energy coalesced rapidly, forming a complete entity within a few breaths. Though invisible to the eye, He Yu sensed through his own consciousness that an entity was suspended in the sky, ten thousand fathoms high. It was weaker than even a sliver of his own awareness, yet it radiated an aura that was ancient, vast, and immense.

"What? This...?" Just as he was stunned by the aura of the consciousness entity, a drastic change occurred. Streams of cyan mist rose from the earth, converging toward the entity.

Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi?

He Yu was positioned directly above a gap in the spiritual vein. He clearly felt waves of spiritual energy surging from the surroundings, rising up to gather at the consciousness entity as if being drawn in or beckoned. Strangely, however, He Yu could not feel the slightest trace of suction or pulling force.

More and more spiritual energy poured from the vein, and gradually, thin, solid filaments of cyan spiritual energy began to emerge. Seeing this, He Yu's mouth fell open in shock; he was stunned to his core. These solid cyan filaments were the very origin of the spiritual vein!

Staring in shock at the cyan phantom above, He Yu found it utterly inconceivable. The consciousness entity possessed no more energy than he did, yet it could extract the origin of a spiritual vein. This was truly formidable.

As countless streams of spiritual energy merged, the cyan phantom in mid-air gradually became distinct. Once the spiritual vein beneath He Yu had been completely drained, the consciousness entity finally ceased its absorption. It had fully taken shape: amidst a hazy cyan glow, a giant appeared in the sky. With a rugged head, a sturdy build, bulging muscles, and a fierce face, the ten-zhang-tall figure radiated a terrifying aura.

"Ah! Pangu?" Upon seeing the great axe in the giant's hand, He Yu's first thought was Pangu. Given that it appeared just as the Pangu information emerged, it was certainly related to him.

The Pangu in the sky was merely a remnant of Pangu's consciousness gathered from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; its strength could naturally never compare to the true Pangu. Even so, it left He Yu horrified. From the aura the figure emitted, he sensed that Pangu's cultivation was far superior to his own, having already reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

Though it was only a small gap in cultivation, the disparity was more than threefold. Despite possessing memories from his past life that aided in combat, allowing him to fight above his rank against ordinary demons, this was Pangu. Even if it were only formed from spiritual energy, the Pangu consciousness within was real. As the god who created the world, Pangu's consciousness possessed a high degree of affinity with the Primordial World, which was precisely why a tiny sliver of consciousness could draw upon such terrifying amounts of spiritual energy.

"Crystal of Information? It seems I must defeat this Pangu to obtain the information!" He Yu focused his demonic energy into his eyes and saw clearly: a faint nine-colored divine light flickered at Pangu's heart. He knew this was the object he sought—the Crystal of Information!

The problem now was that the Crystal of Information was Pangu's heart. To obtain it, he had to defeat Pangu; only by destroying the consciousness within could he succeed.

Defeat a late-stage Golden Core existence?

And it was the Great God Pangu. Driven by even a sliver of his consciousness, his combat ability would likely be extraordinary. If he possessed any of Pangu's techniques or methods of splitting the heavens, he might even be able to fight against the early stage of the Primordial Spirit.

Pressure!

Unprecedented, immense pressure!

Facing Pangu, He Yu lacked any shred of confidence. The gap in cultivation was already vast. His only hope was that this sliver of consciousness had not inherited Pangu's combat techniques or his heaven-splitting methods; otherwise, he might not even be able to withstand a single blow.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of air being torn apart echoed. He Yu looked around and saw countless demonic clouds converging—varied in color, size, and speed. These were the demons who had entered the Mount Buzhou Range.

The number of demons who had entered was massive, totaling hundreds of millions. Although their numbers had dwindled due to mutual slaughter, there were still no fewer than a hundred million, including over a hundred Demon Kings. Now that the celestial phenomena were so vast, every demon in the range could see them and was converging on the source.

The first to arrive were the hundred-odd Demon Kings. Their cultivation was far superior to the small fry, and their speed was naturally incomparable.

Watching the Demon Kings arrive in such a rush, not even bringing their subordinates, He Yu felt a tightening in his chest. These Demon Kings were all close to the peak of the early Golden Core stage. With over a hundred of them here, he was no match for them either!

With a thought, He Yu moved quickly toward the Ten Demon Marshals to gather them. The blockade was useless now, and he could temporarily step away from the center of the storm.

To obtain the information, he had to defeat Pangu. Since Pangu's cultivation was at the late Golden Core stage, these Demon Kings were far behind and would certainly join forces to attack. When they were both exhausted, he could step in and claim the Crystal of Information.

He Yu did not yet know Pangu's combat methods, so he would let the Demon Kings test him. In any case, even if they all attacked together, dealing with a late-stage Golden Core entity would not be easy. He did not need to worry about any demon snatching the information first.

As he headed toward the Earth Bear King to assemble the Ten Demon Marshals, he suddenly sensed a terrifying demonic cloud streaking from the distant horizon. It spanned ten miles, a hazy gray, radiating a vicious aura. Within it, a dragon was coiling.

It was the dragon of legend from his past life. It was dozens of zhang long, its body entirely gray. Its mouth was like a horse's, eyes like a crab's, whiskers like a goat's, horns like a deer's, ears like a cow's, mane like a lion's, scales like a carp's, body like a snake's, and claws like an eagle's—a creature combining nine different animals.

"Peak early Golden Core cultivation? Could this be the Evil Dragon Demon King the Earth Bear King mentioned earlier? What a powerful aura! Although his cultivation is only at the peak of the early Golden Core, based on this aura, his strength is likely two or three times greater! But that is fine; the stronger they are, the more advantageous it will be when dealing with Pangu later!" He Yu restrained his demonic energy, keeping his own aura at the level of Wolf Two.

Seeing the hundred-odd demonic clouds gathering, He Yu sneered inwardly: "You shall be my blade, cutting through the thorns ahead for me!"

Before long, all the Demon Kings had arrived. Looking at the terrifying Pangu, they sensed the Crystal of Information in his heart, but none dared to act rashly, all lost in thought.

He Yu also quickly consolidated the Ten Demon Marshals, while his ten thousand small demons watched the show from afar.

After a long wait, Pangu's eyes suddenly snapped open. As they did, the aura radiating from his body doubled, forcing the surrounding Demon Kings to retreat by a mile.

Once Pangu's eyes were open, the demons saw two beams of blood-red light erupt. Pangu's eyes were like two deep pools of blood—profound, surging with bloodlust, and filled with cruelty and tyranny.

"Roar!" Pangu raised his great axe and let out a roar toward the heavens, then looked excitedly at the hundred-odd Demon Kings surrounding him.

Seeing the look in Pangu's eyes, every Demon King felt a chill in their hearts. Even He Yu, watching from afar, felt his scalp tingle, as if an ordinary person were being stared at by a wolf. In Pangu's gaze, He Yu could not sense a shred of reason; there was only tyranny, a thirst for slaughter, and an obsession with blood.

"A tyrannical consciousness entity? It seems this sliver of Pangu's consciousness must have absorbed the subterranean Sha Qi, forming a tyrannical entity devoid of reason, driven only by destruction and slaughter!" He Yu pondered to himself.