He saw a towering giant, whose body was surrounded by black chains.

Pure dark power emanates, merging with the mountains and earth.

Are you Pangu?

Chu Feng spoke slowly, as if he were talking to thin air.

However, the giant tried to speak, but no sound came out, and his expression was extremely painful.

In the end, he could only nod helplessly, which was considered an admission of his status.

He looked at Chu Feng, his eyes filled with relief, despite being tormented by the power of darkness.

But he still tried his best to express his meaning.

"The power of darkness!"

Chu Feng took a deep breath and stared at the omnipresent power of darkness, feeling utterly astonished.

Pangu was locked in the wilderness, where the power of darkness was everywhere.

Every flower, every blade of grass, every tree, every mountain, every stream, every stone!

Even the air was filled with an inexplicable darkness, and this level of dark power was purer than that of the Dark Servants.

There is only one way to save Pangu.

Only by eliminating all the dark power of the Desolate Immortal Realm can he be completely freed.

But this method is something that even a sage like Hongjun, who was in the Chaos Realm, would find difficult to do, let alone a saint.

But Chu Feng is different; he possesses eleven Chaos Artifacts.

Moreover, there is still the Jade Tablet of Creation that has not yet evolved. Although the chances are not 100%, they are still 50% to 60%.

Chu Feng pondered for a moment, then reached out and touched the Demon Refining Pot.

In an instant, the Demon Refining Pot expanded infinitely, the lid opened, and the mouth of the pot closed over the wilderness.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, what are you trying to do?"

Hongjun was puzzled and subconsciously asked.

However, Chu Feng simply smiled slightly.

"Refine the Wilderness—"