Pangu's Divine Might

Time's lingering power recorded the images of that time.

The ancient Immortal Gods had conducted research here. The stone figures they had seen were all products of the ancient Immortal Gods' research.

In the end, they had succeeded in their research, yet they had not.

The Pangu they created was ultimately not the true Pangu.

They had allowed the created Pangu to be submerged in the river of time, severing all research from that point onward.

The ancient Immortal Gods had hidden certain things here before leaving the Heavenly Realm.

The Primordial Purple Qi was real as well—an inexhaustible supply of Primordial Purple Qi.

Yet they had not used that Primordial Purple Qi as the foundation for attaining the Dao, choosing instead to take it away.

Possessing Primordial Purple Qi did not necessarily mean one could attain the Dao.

The Heavenly Dao had to approve as well!

Zhenyuanzi's friend, the Red Cloud Daoist, had obtained Primordial Purple Qi back then. Had he not ultimately met the same end, falling in death?

Heavenly Dao Saints ultimately had their limitations. Only Primordial Saints could attain great freedom and great liberation.

"How did those Saints leave back then?" Lü Gan asked in confusion.

If the Heavenly Dao collapsed, the Saints would fall as well. How had they crossed the endless chaos and traveled far from the Heavenly Realm?

Or had they broken free of the Heavenly Dao and cultivated themselves into Primordial Saints?

Jiang Changkong said calmly, "You will know when you see them in the future."

He looked toward the final palace and chose to push it open.

Buzz

As the palace opened, an ancient aura drifted out. A figure sat cross-legged within the dark palace.

There was no life within it, only an air of decay.

"Is this also an image