This time, the target of his divination was very clear.
Daoist Randeng's fundamental origins, at Yuanjue Cave on Vulture Peak.
The Bagua hexagrams shifted rapidly in the void.
Threads of karma were traced back from every known footprint Randeng had left in the Primordial World.
From the Way of Annihilation that had made his name to the Glazed Lamp in his hand.
From his seat while listening to the Dao in Zixiao Palace to every trace of law fluctuations he had left in the Primordial World.
Every clue was dismantled, classified, and reassembled within the Bagua formation, then followed ever deeper along the river of time toward the moment of his birth.
The hexagrams soon locked onto an ancient point in time.
It was shortly after heaven and earth had first opened, before any living beings had been born in the Primordial World.
Back then, Father God Pangu had only just transformed his body into all things. The sun, moon, and stars had just appeared, and the mountains, rivers, and earth had just taken shape. Heaven and earth were desolate, filled everywhere with the lingering aura of Chaos left after the opening of heaven and earth.
In a valley of unfathomable depth, the first wisp of death qi between heaven and earth naturally fused with the first piece of Yinchen Wood.
The death qi was the power of annihilation that had dispersed when Pangu fell, while the Yinchen Wood was a fragment of an innate spiritual root nurtured in Chaos.
Deep within the valley, the two underwent a long process of fusion and evolution, gradually condensing into an enormous coffin and outer casket.
The coffin was pitch-black throughout, its surface naturally patterned with countless lines of the law of annihilation. Every line contained the ultimate truth of all things returning