At that moment, Heavenly Dao was far beyond bewildered. He was practically about to explode. He stared fixedly at Pangu, who had landed on the ground and turned into an old man with a white beard. No, he should be called Hongjun now. Heavenly Dao felt sick, and his balls were shattered.
Who was Hongjun? The Investiture of the Gods recorded him as the patriarch of the three teachings, the teacher of the Three Pure Ones, an existence above the Saints. He enlightened all living beings and bore the merit of that enlightenment, spreading the very word "Dao" throughout the world. He could be called the greatest preacher and educator in the Primordial World, bar none, because almost all its mighty figures had been taught by him.
The Three Pure Ones were his disciples, as were Nüwa, Fuxi, and others. Calling him the Dao Ancestor was no exaggeration.
Now came the problem. After Pangu died, Hongjun did indeed appear to enlighten all living beings, but that Hongjun absolutely was not Pangu! There was no evidence explaining how Hongjun had appeared, but Heavenly Dao knew it was destiny's arrangement. In the end, Hongjun had even undergone Dao Integration with his own body to complete the heavenly number. Put plainly, the humanlike consciousness within Heavenly Dao was Hongjun.
But Hongjun absolutely was not Pangu. Pangu was supposed to die in the creation of heaven. If Pangu survived, that meant Hongjun would no longer appear. Heavenly Dao stared at Pangu, utterly puzzled. This was impossible. He had arranged everything, so how had another variable cropped up? But on second thought, if Heavenly Dao had a face, he would have clawed it to shreds. He remembered something: Qin Fen had talked Pangu into enlightening living beings several times.
Fuck your uncle! Heavenly Dao cried