Indeed, it was Pangu.
That thought was like the first thunderclap exploding in the depths of Chaos. It detonated deep within Hongjun's primordial spirit, shaking even his eternally unchanging Dao heart.
Within the Zixiao Palace, the Heavenly Dao laws, which had begun to settle, surged violently once more. Like startled flood dragons, they writhed wildly around him, letting out piercing shrieks.
Hongjun's eyelid twitched sharply.
He raised his right hand and pressed his five fingers lightly against the air.
Boundless Heavenly Dao might spread from his palm, forcing the restless laws and order down like an invisible giant hand.
But Hongjun knew full well that his own state of mind could not be calmed as easily as the world outside him.
Pangu.
Great God Pangu, who had split heaven and earth apart.
That supreme being who had slaughtered the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods single-handedly, cleaved Chaos with the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, and transformed his body into all things to create the Primordial World.
He was the source of every Great Dao, every law, and every order between heaven and earth-the supreme sovereign who stood above the Heavenly Dao.
Even though Hongjun had long since undergone Heavenly Dao fusion, even though he had wielded Heavenly Dao authority for countless epochs, before Pangu he was merely an ant beneath the firmament, a speck of dust before the stars.
This was a suppression and terror rooted in the Chaos Epoch. Even after countless ages, it could not be shaken off.
To the former Demon Gods of the three thousand Great Daos, Pangu was the true God of Slaughter, unmatched by anyone.
And now, he had sensed a similar aura from Gu Changqing...
Although that aura was not yet particularly distinct, and could even, in a sense, be called an illusion.
But... if