With two mournful cries, the two great treasures of chaos, the Jade Disc of Creation and the Pearl of Heaven, burst forth with countless fragments of light. In an instant, their brilliance completely subsided and vanished without a trace. Hongjun stroked the two treasures with a bitter smile, feeling a mix of emotions. What does it mean to lose both your wife and your army? After pondering for a long time, Hongjun murmured, "Perhaps this is it."

"Crack, crack," accompanied by incessant sounds, large swathes of chaos shattered. In an instant, the chaos within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles was completely broken, and the void was pitch black, like a chasm in the boundless chaos, endless, dim and somber.

"Huff, huff," a faint, snoring sound slowly arose, growing louder and closer, reaching the ears of Hongjun and Tianzui, vibrating the heartstrings of these two supreme beings. Who was it? Who was it that was making such a powerful heartbeat… "Who disturbed my slumber? Who was it? Who was it?" With this vast and boundless voice, the entire chaotic universe trembled, and an aura of desolation, antiquity, yet immense power and majesty spread out. In an instant, Hongjun and Tianzui's faces turned deathly pale. Feeling the overwhelming power far exceeding their own, the two supreme gods of heaven and earth lost their composure. The boundless divine might surged into the depths of their souls, leaving an indelible mark.

"Rumble, rumble," accompanied by a huge roar, Hongjun and Tianzui felt the boundless chaos tremble violently and roll. In the dim light, the two seemed to sense an incomparably huge god turning over and over, or perhaps crawling out of the heavens and earth that had been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years.

"Fellow Daoist Tianzui, this aura is so familiar," Hongjun Daozun's astonished voice echoed in the boundless chaos.

Chapter 372?? Three Hundred and Sixty-Three Heavenly Dao and Destiny God

Feeling the desolate, ancient, and tyrannical aura, Tianzui suddenly burst into laughter, a mixture of sorrow, helplessness, and relief in his voice, "Millions of years, millions of years! I never imagined that you would finally return, Fellow Daoist Pangu?"

Pangu, Pangu, it's actually Pangu, the great god who created heaven and earth and transformed into all things.

The great god Pangu, who transformed from one breath into the Three Pure Ones, into the celestial wind, and from which four Primordial Saints were born…

Impossible, impossible, didn't he already perish?

"Pangu, Pangu, what a familiar name! Why does even my eternally unchanged soul tremble upon hearing it? Pangu, Pangu? Who is Pangu?" With a thunderous roar, an enormous figure rose from the vast chasm of chaos, its head reaching the heavens, its feet planted firmly on the earth, its muscles bulging, exuding an aura of age, sorrow, ferocity, and tyranny. "Buzz, buzz," accompanied by a low, high-pitched wailing, a nine-colored divine light pierced through the vast chaos and instantly appeared before the colossal figure, hundreds of millions of miles long. Hongjun and Tianzui stared intently, only to see that it was not a nine-colored divine light at all, but a massive, ancient, weathered axe radiating billions of feet of light. This enormous axe, like an infant, danced and fluttered around the colossal figure's massive body, giggling and leaping with joy.

"The creation of heaven and earth?" A deep yet magnetic voice suddenly resounded.

"Boom boom," as the giant spoke, the huge axe trembled slightly, emitting sharp sounds. After a few breaths, streams of gray air shot out from the axe, sweeping across billions of miles of chaos in an instant. The chaos shattered, and a void space appeared within billions of miles.

"I was born in chaos, nurtured by countless eons in the vast and desolate chaos. I obtained the supreme treasures of chaos, the Heaven-Opening Axe and the Creation Jade Disc, and performed the unparalleled feat of opening the heavens and earth. However, I was abandoned by the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao is ruthless, but the Great Dao is impartial. Therefore, chaos was broken and the primordial world appeared. My primordial spirit split into three, becoming the Three Pure Ones. My true self became the one that escaped, becoming the Dao Venerable Saint One, controlling a sliver of life... Hundreds of millions of years later, the immeasurable calamity arose again, the Creator invaded, and the heavens and earth fought a great war. All things in heaven and earth collapsed, causing heaven and earth to return to chaos. My true self comprehended the supreme Dao in the chaos and once again performed the great virtue of opening the heavens and earth, creating a universe, which is the Pangu Universe. My true self is the great god of chaos, Pangu."

"Great God of Chaos, Pangu," these words, like a thunderclap and a raging storm, instantly spread throughout the three realms of heaven and earth, across countless spaces. In the very depths of the souls of countless mortals, cultivators, and immortals, even the eternally existing Primordial Saint, a voice, like a brand, resounded: "I am the Great God of Chaos, Pangu!" Immediately following, an ancient, sorrowful, fierce, and tyrannical aura pierced through billions of miles of chaos, traversed countless spaces, and swept across heaven and earth. In an instant, countless beings prostrated themselves on the ground, shouting, "We pay homage to Father God Pangu! We pay homage to the supreme Great God Pangu!"

Suddenly, Pangu stretched out his enormous hand and gently stroked the extraordinary, uneven body of the axe that had created the world. With a simple, honest smile, a hazy gray ripple spread out, instantly traversing the boundless chaos and appearing above the vast and boundless Immortal Realm… Hundreds of millions of feet above the Immortal Realm, the void suddenly darkened, and then a hazy gray hue emanated from the horizon. Instantly, a vast expanse of nine-colored auspicious clouds, hundreds of millions of miles in size, appeared in the void. On the nine-colored auspicious clouds, a colossal figure sat with a smile. The ancient aura, the sorrowful aura, the enormous body, and the towering, majestic will all proclaimed his identity: the Chaos God, Pangu.

Pangu, a being of immense size spanning billions of miles, slowly extended his enormous palm and gently stroked the void. After a hazy cloud of smoke passed, the void suddenly brightened, and instantly a seven-colored cloud appeared out of thin air, swirling and churning around Pangu.

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