Then mountains and rivers gradually appeared, one after another.
The Primordial World gradually took shape.
Yet even after a long time, this world remained utterly silent, and loneliness once again welled up in Pangu's heart.
This was not what he wanted.
What he wanted was a perfect world.
Not to stand here all alone, staring blankly at these unbearably dull rocks and rivers.
Soon, he turned his gaze toward the Endless Sea.
Within it were countless living beings: fish swimming about, monsters roaming freely, and all sorts of strange and bizarre things.
Pangu was overjoyed. He began to study these beings carefully.
He called them life.
Using the structures of these beings as models, he began creating lives here, one after another.
Living beings were created one after another. Gradually, the land filled with the breath of life, and they began to propagate, evolve, and reproduce on their own.
Pangu was thoroughly satisfied. At last, he saw the world he had created.
At that moment, Pangu sighed. "Is this the world you longed for so dearly? Unfortunately, the Primordial World of the future isn't like this."
Daochen's soul finally awoke.
He knew they were trapped within the history of the Primordial World.
At the same time, he clearly remembered the scene of Pangu slaying the three thousand Demon Gods and opening heaven and earth.
His understanding of the Great Dao had risen by many levels.
He could sense that once he broke free of history, his strength would advance by leaps and bounds.
Perhaps he could not reach the eighth heaven of the Saint Realm directly, but he believed that with a little more accumulation, he would be able to make a push toward the eighth heaven.
The only thing he lacked now was an accumulation of sage power.
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