At this thought, Daochen's expression brightened.
This was entirely within reach!
With that in mind, Daochen wasted no time. He sat cross-legged and repeatedly recalled the scenes of the World-Creation Tribulation imprinted in his mind.
Vaguely, shadowy images of Chaos Demon Gods appeared in his mind, their forms indistinct and their auras utterly different.
The ways these gods and devils had wielded their own laws in battle emerged one after another, eventually becoming distinct law imprints branded into his sea of consciousness.
Time passed little by little. Daochen had no idea how long this process lasted.
When the final imprint of law power appeared in his sea of consciousness.
Daochen had finally distilled all his insights into the World-Creation Tribulation.
Looking at the three thousand law imprints within his sea of consciousness, each with a different aura, as though the figures of three thousand different Great Dao Gods and Devils sat within them, Daochen's joy was easy to imagine.
The opportunity he had gained upon entering Pangu Hall would spare him hundreds of thousands, even millions of years-or countless cosmic cycles-of arduous cultivation in the future.
Such an immense harvest was simply more astonishing than Daochen directly attaining the Dao and becoming a Sage.
It had, in effect, fully clarified the path Daochen would follow after attaining the Dao and becoming a Sage.
"Excellent!"
Just as Daochen was savoring his gains, the gentle voice that had appeared in his mind earlier suddenly sounded again.
Daochen felt the scene before his eyes shift, and a burly man with rugged features and knotted muscles abruptly appeared before him.
It was none other than Pangu.
"Greetings, Pangu."
Startled by the figure's sudden appearance, Daochen hurriedly bowed as he spoke.
"There is no need for such ceremony. I am not Pangu, so why bow