Pangu, accompanied by more than a dozen saint avatars from the Primordial World, crossed the chaos void toward the universe beyond. As he traveled through the chaos, he stirred up wave after wave of cosmic storms.
One day, Pangu idly subdued a Chaos Behemoth and rode upon its back, directing it onward. He then summoned Wu Chu's avatar and chatted with him as they journeyed. When a figure appeared ahead, he hurried over in surprise.
"Fellow Daoist ahead, please wait!"
Seeing Zhenwu's excited expression, Wu Chu could not help sighing. It was a pity that when Zhao Gongming and the Three Firmaments had taken him as their master, their cultivation had been too low.
Otherwise, a few rune chains would have been enough to send them on their way.
To others, this might have been a priceless treasure.
But to Wu Chu, it was the least valuable thing imaginable.
Moreover, not just anyone who obtained it could successfully comprehend it.
Whether it was Fuxi, Zhen Yuanzi, Eastern King Duke, or Western Mother, which of those veteran great deities had not received such a thing before?
Yet the only ones who had truly comprehended it were Houtu and the Fox Ancestress.
Furthermore, Houtu had only comprehended it after perfecting the Reincarnation Dao, while the Fox Ancestress had only done so after advancing into a Twelve-Tailed Chaos Primordial Fox.
Clearly, comprehending the Source-Core Divine Script required a certain medium and opportunity.
Wu Chu guessed that this medium might be reaching the ultimate realm in the comprehension of some Great Dao.
Seeing Zhenwu's excited look, Wu Chu feared that the greater his hopes were, the deeper his disappointment would be in the future. So he poured a basin of cold water over him. "Don't celebrate too soon. This isn't something you can