A Natural-Born Seedling of Battle

Chen Yang fell silent for a moment. He understood Daoist Yanhuang's conjectures. After all, many assumptions held true, and many characteristics matched.

"If all of this is true—Merit comes from the Heavenly Dao, while Fortune comes from Pangu—then what connection is there between the two? Also, the Heavenly Dao can help people comprehend the Dao and grant others unceasing opportunities... In short, there are too many confusing points." Chen Yang pondered.

"That is true. After all, Fortune and the Heavenly Dao share quite a few similarities. What a headache..." Daoist Yanhuang said.

"These matters are far too secretive. We have too few clues to uncover the truth. Besides, even if we did uncover it, there would be little benefit to either of us. Still, there are four things we can confirm for now. First, Pangu, the creator of the Primordial World, most likely is not dead and remains alive. Second, many Chaos Demon Gods are not dead, or they left behind methods of resurrection. Third, killing Chaos Demon Gods will yield rewards. Fourth, hidden within the Primordial World is an incomparably terrifying expert apart from the Heavenly Dao. Whether that expert is Pangu still remains to be determined." Chen Yang spoke solemnly.

"That is true. Learning these things is still a kind of gain," Daoist Yanhuang said.

Chen Yang smiled faintly. "Alright, let us stop discussing this matter.

There was no helping it. There were too many secrets, and no one knew what was true or false.

Besides, the more one knew, the more one felt insignificant.

In any case, this harvest was immense, and that was enough.

Chen Yang poured boundless Merit into his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, further elevating their quality. Beyond that, he had gained many insights that needed to be slowly digested.

However, there was