I just woke up and became a saint.

Ok?

It seems that this time it is not a destructive flood?

Not only is there no smell of destruction, decay, or death, but the aura of chaos is clearly visible. Could it be that I have finally touched the prize?

Pangu was shocked, and a hint of surprise gradually appeared on his dull face. In order to make sure, Pangu released his divine consciousness carefully with a hint of trepidation.

Then, Pangu's breathing stagnated, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

normal!

It’s really a normal prehistoric world!

It really is no longer the devastated primitive plane!

Not only did he sense the breath of living beings, but he could also clearly sense that the status of this primitive being was at the Great Thousand Level!

What does this mean?

He returned to the right time and the right node!

"There is always a way out! Haha! There is always a way out! I've finally gotten what I've been waiting for! I've finally gotten what I've been waiting for!!!"

Pangu clenched his fists, his heart surging with emotion. Fearing that time and space would be reorganized again, he did not hesitate at all, nor did he dare to hesitate at all. He immediately prepared to take action to completely suppress the prehistoric world, and left immediately after he had finished.

Just when Pangu was about to take action, suddenly, a shocking change occurred!

"Who dares to enter my prehistoric plane? You're so brave!"

A low voice resounded throughout the chaos. The next moment, the boundless chaotic energy erupted in chaos. The projections of the three thousand great ways arrived, and one after another of the ways surged and spread continuously. The terrifying yet supreme will quickly began to revive.

In the haze, one can vaguely see a palace slowly emerging, as if guarding the order of chaos. One can even see a faint river of time and space surrounding the palace, as if endless time and space are all under the guard of the palace.

Inscribed on the palace are the three words "Zixiao Palace"!

When the palace appeared, an old Taoist with a youthful face, white hair and an ethereal aura slowly walked out of the Zixiao Palace. In an instant, his eyes locked onto Pangu across the vast territory.

"court death!"

The old Taoist had an indifferent expression and slowly uttered two words.

court death!

As soon as he finished speaking, there seemed to be an incomparable terrifying power in the dark, and a majestic will descended, causing the three thousand great ways to tremble. Moreover, a terrifying, noble and immortal power quickly gathered.

These two words seem to be the evolution of Tao and the true meaning of Tao.

It contains the majestic power of heaven and supreme divine strength.

Destroy everything!

Extremely terrifying!

Faced with this terrifying power, Pangu even felt that his true spirit was trembling and shaking, as if it was being suppressed by a person from a higher dimension.

Even the Dao Fruit seemed to be frozen and unable to function. He could only stare with a dull face, horror and fear at the supreme divine text formed by these two words that enveloped him.

Danger!Danger!Danger!

His spiritual altar was shaken, the threat of death continued to emerge, his brain was buzzing, without thinking too much, Pangu roared, forcibly broke the blockade, sacrificed the Dao Fruit, and used all his strength to activate the power of the Dao to fight back.

At this moment, Pangu's eyes blurred and he found himself back in the Hongmeng Sea.

Seeing that the danger was over, Pangu completely relaxed. Only then did he realize that his body was a little weak and he began to gasp for breath.

There was still a hint of shock in his eyes, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

The strong feeling of surviving the disaster made Pangu like returning to the Hongmeng Sea more than ever before, and made him feel that being alive was so great as never before.

PS:

Fourteen thousand words are here!

I won’t say anything nice, but I will use practical actions to prove the young author’s sincerity.

Begging for gifts! Begging for support!!!

The Honghuang style has been written to death on Fanqie, so it is rarely promoted. The free little gifts from everyone are already a big source of income for the little author. Whether I can stick to it depends on everyone's support, so the little author is so tireless in asking for gifts. To be honest, the little author feels annoyed for a few dollars or tens of dollars every day. I hope you can understand. Thank you for your support. Thank you all.