In that instant, the newly born world, a vast yet vibrant scene, came into view.

The roar of the volcano shook the sky, and lava flowed everywhere, foreshadowing the origin of life and the awakening of power.

Suddenly, a huge axe roared down from the sky, like the descent of a god.

However, the moment it touched the ground, it shattered into three pieces.

The axe blade instantly transformed into a blazing banner, shining brightly.

The back of the axe forms a mysterious scroll, recording endless mysteries.

The axe handle transforms into an ancient bell, echoing the passage of time.

Immediately afterwards, the scroll and the ancient bell rose into the air, transforming into two dazzling beams of light.

Like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, it quickly scattered and disappeared into the distance.

In Su Yue's view, a crimson flag stood out, lonely and conspicuous.

It rose silently from the ground, shimmering with intense light.

Immediately afterwards, countless zombies, strange beasts, and demonic trees emerged from all directions.

Their greedy eyes all turned to the banner.

They all seemed to yearn to draw upon its supreme divine power.

Upon witnessing this scene, Su Yue's mouth gaped open so wide that he could hardly close it.

He knew every single one of these zombies and monsters.

If they were to appear in China, they would be top-tier powerhouses, emperor-level beings, capable of causing a huge sensation.

However, when these terrifying creatures approached...

The banner suddenly burst forth with a dazzling crimson light.

So dazzling that Su Yue had to close his eyes tightly to resist the intense visual impact.

Those emperor-level zombies, strange beasts, and demonic trees.

They all bowed their heads and crawled on the ground, their whole bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Such power!

Could it be?

The sense of oppression was so intense that Su Yue felt as if he were bound by invisible shackles, unable to move an inch.

He tried to penetrate the barrier of crimson light and peek at the truth behind it.

But no matter how hard he tried, he found that he could not see through the crimson light.

In his field of vision, a golden figure gradually appeared, moving towards Su Yue's direction.

The sky, which had been shrouded in dark clouds, seemed to make way for it, and suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.

This endless light poured down, bathing every corner of the earth in a warm golden glow.

It was as if everything was draped in a golden coat.

Within this radiance, a faint yet solemn voice slowly resounded, like an echo from ancient times:

"Young man, is China well now?"

Su Yue wanted to answer, but found that she couldn't open her mouth at all.

His gaze was fixed on the figure that slowly emerged from the crimson light.

The figure was exceptionally clear in Su Yue's vision, giving him a strange sense of intimacy that came from the depths of his bloodline.

However, surprisingly, despite being so close.

Su Yue, however, could not grasp any specific characteristics of it, as if it were shrouded in an invisible fog.

The moment the other person spoke, the whole world seemed to be muted, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The zombies and monsters that were originally lying on the ground or kneeling were now suspended in mid-air.

The frozen expression looked quite comical.

Then, the golden figure gracefully raised its arm, and the index finger of its right hand gently touched the top of Su Yue's head.

Su Yue instantly felt a warm current flow through his entire body.

All fatigue and weariness seemed to be instantly dispelled by a mysterious force, vanishing without a trace.

The golden figure quietly extracted those memories that were once deeply buried in his mind.

The vast and magnificent Chinese nation, with its five thousand years of history, unfolds before our eyes like a splendid and colorful scroll.

The energy flowing across the golden figure shimmered with different lights like ripples, accompanying the rise and fall of Chinese dynasties.

However, as the wheels of history rolled into the modern era...

The golden fluctuations grew increasingly intense, as if foreshadowing some unpredictable change.

However, at that very moment, Su Yue's memories of the land of cherry blossoms began to surface.

The golden figure's body trembled like never before.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The golden figure exclaimed in admiration, each sound brimming with irrepressible joy.

"Young man! Not bad! I never expected that you would have inherited the mantle of three gods!"

"If you are willing to accept my legacy, you must uphold the principles of the Chinese nation..."

The words have now made it clear that this golden figure is none other than Pangu, the creator god of the Chinese land.

Su Yue guessed the other party's identity and made a decision that went against his ancestors.

He interrupted Pangu directly: "I refuse!"

"Kid, are you alright?"

"Kid, have you lost your mind?"

"Kid, you're courting death!"

In Su Yue's mind, the voices of Hou Yi, Shen Yu, and Zhu Rong rang out like alarm bells, issuing repeated warnings.

"Interesting! Do you know how many people want to accept my power and my legacy?"

The voice of the great god Pangu contained profound pressure, and this power instantly swept across the surroundings.

This caused several emperor-level zombies to explode and die instantly, creating a shocking scene.

Despite facing such immense power, Su Yue remained calm and composed.

He smiled slightly and replied:

"I only desire to control my own destiny! Otherwise, I am afraid that I will become a pawn in the hands of others, just like everything else in the world and the vast universe, drifting with the tide."

His tone was full of determination and composure, as if nothing in the world could shake his resolve.

As soon as Su Yue finished speaking, the atmosphere around them instantly became heavy.

The three legendary figures, Hou Yi, Yu the Great, and Zhu Rong, all fell into deep thought.

It was as if Su Yue's words had touched a corner of my heart.

Even the ancient and powerful god Pangu remained silent for a long time.