Anger, unprecedented anger. Perhaps the only thing that could compare to this was when he saw Yang Yi being abandoned not long ago.
Pangu's anger could cause the world to collapse.
The entire Primordial World was shaking violently as if the end of the world had arrived.
No wonder Pangu was so angry.
From Yang Yi's memory, Pangu saw that after he transformed into all things, the Way of Heaven calculated and planned step by step. There was only one purpose, even if it was to eliminate all the marks he left in Untainted Land.
The three tribes of the dragon, phoenix, and qilin were blinded and killed each other. In the end, they all withdrew from the Primordial Stage.
The Three-legged Golden Crow that was born from the sun formed by his left eye, under the design of the Heavenly Dao, was actually fighting against the Sorcerer Tribe that was formed from his blood essence.
The Three Pure Ones formed by the Primordial Spirit killed each other, and in the end, they had to live in seclusion in the Chaos, unable to set foot in the Untainted Land.
The Buzhou Mountain formed by his spine was broken by his own child.
What was even more outrageous was that the earth that his body had transformed into shattered into pieces in the end.
Moreover, all of this was caused by the person he had transformed into.
The war between the three tribes, the war between the Demon Tribe, the destruction of Mount Buzhou, and the collapse of the Wilderness were all caused by his own descendants.
The calculation of the Way of Heaven not only slowly erased the memories and influence of all living beings in Untainted Land on Pangu.
What was even more fatal was that the consequences of these events caused all the merits left behind by Pangu to disappear, and Pangu could no longer be revived.
Yes, although Pangu died after the creation of the world, he still had a chance to be reborn. There was only one way, which was to awaken Pangu's consciousness with the will of all living beings in Untainted Land. With the boundless merits and beliefs as the foundation, he could rebuild his body and finally revive himself. He could also achieve the Great Way at one stroke.
Even though the chance was slim, at least there was such a chance.
However, the Way of Heaven was selfish. In order to completely control Untainted Land, it pushed forward step by step and silently erased Pangu's chance of revival.
Of course, what Pangu couldn't bear the most was that the Chaos he had created with his life had been ruined like that.
Knowing this, how could Pangu not be angry? How could he not be angry?
In the past, although Pangu's mission was to create the world, he would rather be obliterated by the Great Dao than destroy Untainted Land to prevent the Great Dao from doing as it pleased.
But now, Pangu saw a chance of survival. This chance of survival was the child he loved the most, Yang Yi!
Yang Yi, who had lost one of his Great Dao foundations, was born with the capital to be on equal footing with the Heavenly Dao.
As long as Yang Yi did not die, the Wu Tribe did not perish, the Three Pure Ones did not fall into chaos, Buzhou did not stop, and the Untainted Land did not split, Pangu would still have a chance of survival.
For this reason, in order to deal with the schemes of the Heavenly Dao in the future, Pangu had planned for tens of thousands of years.
In the end, before he died, Pangu split his Primordial Spirit into 30 percent and injected it into Yang Yi's body, handing it over to the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
Because Pangu calculated the time, Yang Yi should not be able to completely refine the Primal Chaos Immortal Qi that had escaped during the battle between the Sorcerer and Demon. This meant that Yang Yi could not leave the Pangu Hall yet.
From Yang Yi's memory, Pangu also knew the personality of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. He knew that with their irritable temper, they would definitely not compromise with the Demon Tribe. The war between the Sorcerer and Demon Tribe was bound to break out.
At that time, according to the Heavenly Dao's plan, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery would definitely fall. However, as long as they had primordial spirits, they would give birth to true spirits. Therefore, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery only needed to force their own way. If a drop of blood essence was hidden in the Hall of Pangu, even if they died, their true spirits would be guided back by the blood essence.
Then, there was a chance that the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery would be resurrected.
As long as the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and Yang Yi were still around, the Sorcerer Tribe would never be lonely.
As for whether or not the Heavenly Dao would notice the birth of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery's spirit, Pangu was absolutely confident that with Heavenly Dao's strength at the mid-stage Heavenly Dao realm at most, it was absolutely impossible for him to see through Pangu's tricks.
At the same time, Pangu also did something to the last seventy percent of the primordial spirit, which was the Three Pure Ones. Pangu set a seal in the depths of the Three Pure Ones 'memories.
This seal could only be broken by Yang Yi, and Yang Yi had to at least reach the peak of the Saint Realm. Feng.
This seal not only allowed the Three Pure Ones to recognize their camp, but it also had a crucial function. As for what function it had, Yang Yi would only know after he undid it.
After doing all of this, Pangu was relieved to transform into all things. As for whether his plan would succeed or not, all his fate was in Yang Yi's hands.
In order not to put pressure on Yang Yi, Pangu even left a message to Yang Yi, telling him not to force himself and to prioritize his own safety. Pangu valued Yang Yi's safety more than his own life.
The reason was only two words-fatherly love!
After recovering from the shock left behind by Pangu, Yang Yi's eyes were filled with determination.
Yang Yi looked up at the sky, his eyes burning like torches, and his entire body burst out with pride.
"Fighting against the heavens is an endless joy. God father, don't worry, we will meet again!”
After saying that, Yang Yi paused and closed his eyes. He stood with his hands behind his back and said sincerely,"God father, now I, Yang Yi, am covered in your blood. From now on, there will be no more Yang Yi of the human race, only Pan Yi of the witch race!”
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