"Don't!"
Yellow Dragon stared at the summit so close before him. An inexplicable feeling crept into his heart: he would never have another chance to reach the true summit of Mount Buzhou.
He could not say why he felt that way, but the feeling had robbed the climb of all meaning.
Yet just as despair took hold, a faint but unmistakable tremor ran through Mount Buzhou beneath him!
It came from no outside force. It rose from the mountain's deepest core, as though some mechanism dormant for countless ages had been quietly triggered. Then an aura vaster than Mount Buzhou itself descended and engulfed Yellow Dragon!
"...!?"
Yellow Dragon had no time even to feel shock before his consciousness sank into darkness.
...!
In a daze, Yellow Dragon found himself amid Chaos. Gray emptiness stretched without limit in every direction, with no light or dark, no time or space.
Suddenly, a figure beyond all words to describe appeared within Chaos!
He towered there, holding an ancient Giant Axe and standing upon a green lotus. Though he did not move, he seemed the source of all power, the center of Chaos itself!
Pangu!
Yellow Dragon's mind shook. He understood at once.
Great God Pangu swung the Giant Axe and struck at the boundless Chaos!
Boom—crack!!!
The sound of the axe cleaving Chaos echoed through the void!
The laws of earth, water, fire, and wind churned, collided, perished, and evolved, only to give rise to new life.
After thirty-six blows, the Giant Axe shattered and Chaos split apart. The pure and the turbid began to separate!
Pure Qi rose and turbid Qi sank, but heaven and earth seemed poised to close again as currents of Chaos pressed inward.
Pangu raised both hands to support the heavens and planted both feet upon the