bioinnovel Chapter 391 The Will of All Living Beings
Chapter 391 The Will of All Living Beings
Su Fan carried the axe and walked at the front, with Sun Wukong carrying the golden cudgel beside him.
The two of them stood on the bluestone slabs of the narrow street in the mortal world, where rainwater from the previous night still lingered in the cracks between the stones.
The walls of the old residential buildings on both sides of the street were covered with ivy, and the ivy leaves were glossy in the morning sunlight.
The air was filled with the smell of frying dough sticks, the beany smell of soy milk, and the white steam billowing out when the steamer baskets at the breakfast stalls were opened.
After the white steam dissipated, the outline of the breakfast stall on the street corner came into view.
The stall owner was still the same old man, wearing a white apron covered in grease, standing in front of the oil pan, flipping the fried dough sticks with long chopsticks.
The oil in the pan was bubbling, and the fried dough sticks were expanding in the oil, turning from white to golden brown, with a thin, extremely crispy crust around the edges.
The stall owner looked up and saw Su Fan and Sun Wukong. His long chopsticks stopped in mid-air, with a freshly fried dough stick still on them.
He stared at the very ordinary axe on Su Fan's waist for a long time, and then stared at the extremely thick golden cudgel on Sun Wukong's shoulder for a long time.
Then he put the chopsticks down on the edge of the oil pan, wiped his hands on his apron, picked up an oil paper bag from the cutting board, put two fried dough sticks in it, and handed it over with both hands.
"You're back? When you left last time, half of my stall had collapsed from the earthquake, but then those shiny bricks grew back on their own, and even the cracks in the oil pan filled up. I knew you guys had won. Good thing you won. Have some fried dough sticks, freshly fried, crispy."
The stall owner stuffed the oil paper bag into Su Fan's hand.
Su Fan took the oil paper bag and took a bite of the fried dough stick.
The outer skin of the fried dough stick is extremely crispy; you can hear a very subtle cracking sound when you bite into it. The inside is soft, and hot air escapes from the cut surface.
He chewed twice and swallowed, then handed another fried dough stick to Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong took it, bit off half of it, chewed it a dozen times with his cheeks puffed out, and then wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hairy hand.
"Mortal fried dough sticks taste better than peaches. Peaches are sweet, but they lack chewiness. These things are chewy and fragrant."
The stall owner grinned after hearing this, turned around and pulled out a new oil pot from under the cutting board, put it on the stove, poured half a pot of new oil into it, then scooped out a lump of dough that had been rested from the basin, sprinkled a layer of dry flour on the cutting board, and began to knead the dough.
He said as he kneaded the dough:
"Eat as much as you like. You only ate two last time because you left in a hurry. I'll fry a whole batch for you this time, so you can eat slowly. By the way, now that you've finished fighting over there, that Rahu thing won't come back, right?"
"I'm not coming back. My right arm is shattered, my left arm is broken, both legs are crippled, my torso is crushed, my head is sealed, and only a few limbs are sleeping deep in the pool of magma."
Su Fan chewed on a fried dough stick and sat down on a low stool next to the fried dough stick stall.
He took the Pangu Axe off his waist and leaned it against the stool leg. The three orbs of light attached to the axe handle were still slowly rotating, with an extremely steady rhythm.
"That's good. I've been frying dough sticks at this stall for decades, and these last two years have been the most frightening for me. There was gray fog in the sky, earthquakes underground, and the bricks on the city wall glowed on their own."
"The neighbors all said they wanted to move, but I didn't. I said that Su Fan, that young man, was still holding things up there, and he could manage. And you guys did hold things up, didn't you?"
The vendor rolled the kneaded dough into a strip, cut it into small sections, stacked two sections together, pressed a line in the middle with chopsticks, stretched it out, and put it into the oil pan.
The fried dough sticks tumbled in the oil. The vendor stirred them a couple of times with long chopsticks and then asked, "How long are you staying this time?"
"It depends. I might stay for a few days, or I might stay longer. It depends on whether there are enough fried dough sticks to eat."
Su Fan stuffed the last bite of the fried dough stick into his mouth.
The three orbs of light on the axe handle floated up as he ate the fried dough sticks, hovering above his shoulders and slowly rotating.
The stall owner glanced up at the three orbs of light, but didn't stop frying dough sticks.
"You've got something else on your axe. Last time it was just the axe itself, but this time there are three beads. The beads float around and follow you. What kind of magical artifact is this?"
"It's not a magic weapon. It's fragments of an ancient god and larvae. They've mistaken the Pangu Axe for their mother and are staying put for now. They'll go find the remains themselves."
Su Fan reached out and brushed the ball of light off his shoulder. The ball bounced twice in the air and then floated back to the side of the axe handle.
"I'll stay here if I want, there are still empty spaces next to my stall anyway."
The vendor took the fried dough sticks out and placed them on oil paper to drain the oil.
After Sun Wukong finished chewing the second fried dough stick, he slammed his golden cudgel on the ground, wedging the end of the cudgel into a crack in the bluestone slab.
He squatted on a low stool, holding half a fried dough stick in his hand, and looked at Su Fan with his head tilted:
"You said you'd go back to the mortal realm, back to this fried dough stick stall. I thought you were just joking, but you actually sat here eating fried dough sticks. Laozi said there's a void outside the membrane, and nobody knows what's in that void. Aren't you going to go and see?"
"What's in the void, let it come on its own. We've been fighting for so many years, from the South Heavenly Gate to the bottom of the well, to the Ruins of Return, to the Tai Sui Crack, to the Ruins, without a single day of rest."
"The fried dough stick stall is still open, let's eat a few first. We'll talk about the void later."
Su Fan picked up the Pangu Axe from beside the stool leg, tucked it into his waistband, stood up, walked to the oil pan, and took a freshly fried dough stick himself.
"We'll talk about it later. I like that way of putting it. I used to say the same thing back in Flower Fruit Mountain. When Heaven sent troops to suppress us, we'd talk about it later. When Buddha pressed down on the mountain, we'd talk about it later."
"Monsters are blocking the way on our journey to the West, we'll talk about it later. We've been talking about turning back for tens of thousands of years, and now we can really turn back. My monkey followers are still waiting for me on Flower Fruit Mountain, I'll go back first."
"If you're free after you finish your fried dough sticks, come find me at Flower Fruit Mountain. I'll treat you to peaches."
Sun Wukong pulled the golden cudgel out of the crack in the bluestone slab, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and turned to walk towards the street corner.
After walking a few steps, he turned back and added, "By the way, the fried dough sticks from your stall are pretty good. I'll bring some back to Flower Fruit Mountain later."
Su Fan finished his third fried dough stick while standing in front of the stall, then wiped the oil off his fingers on his pants.
He glanced down at the three orbs of light on the axe handle. The brightness of the orbs had dimmed a bit since he arrived that morning, and their rotation rhythm began to show subtle changes. They were no longer perfectly synchronized, but instead shifted in different directions.
The offset directions point to three locations deep within the chaos where the remains of ancient gods have not yet been activated.
He knew they were leaving soon.
Guided by the will of the Pangu Axe, these three orbs of light have completed the imprinting of the mother body's mark. Next, they will follow the laws to sense themselves, find the remains, enter the remains' chest cavity, and become a new aggregate.
He no longer needs to be present during this process.
"Are they leaving?" The stall owner looked at the three orbs of light that were floating up.
"Soon. They'll fly away once they choose their own direction."
Su Fan chewed the fried dough stick and swallowed it.
The orbs of light hovered above the fried dough stick stall for a moment, then each chose a direction and flew rapidly into the depths of chaos.
Three streaks of light pierced the sky above the mortal realm and disappeared into the distant horizon.
The stall owner looked up at the direction where the light trail disappeared, and stirred the oil in the pan with his long chopsticks.
"It flew away. Now all you have left of your axe is an axe."
"An axe is enough."
Su Fan tucked the axe into his waistband and sat down again on the low stool.
The number of pedestrians on the street began to increase.
A woman who had gotten up early to buy vegetables was passing by the alley entrance with her basket in her hand. A child grabbed his grandmother's finger and pointed at the axe on Su Fan's waist, saying that the man had an axe hanging on his waist. His grandmother didn't even turn her head and said, "He must be a relative of Old Zhang, the guy who runs the fried dough stick stall."
A middle-aged man rode his bicycle from the street corner, a bag of rice strapped to the back seat, the bicycle bell ringing on the bumpy cobblestones.
He stopped his car in front of the fried dough stick stall, put one foot on the ground, and called out to the stall owner, "Old Zhang, three fried dough sticks and a bowl of soy milk." Then he saw Su Fan sitting on a low stool eating fried dough sticks and paused for a moment.
"Aren't you the one from the live stream?" The middle-aged man pointed at Su Fan.
Su Fan, with half a fried dough stick still stuffed in his mouth, nodded at him.
"It really is you. My son watches your live streams every day and says you're leading a bunch of people fighting in the sky. You stopped streaming for so long, he thought you were dead. I went back and told him you're not dead, you're eating fried dough sticks at a fried dough stick stand."
The middle-aged man took the fried dough sticks and soy milk from the stall owner, glanced at Su Fan again, and rode away on his bicycle.
Su Fan swallowed the fried dough stick in his mouth and took out his phone from his pocket.
My phone is out of battery, and the screen is black.
He wiped his phone on the stall owner's apron to remove the dust from the screen, breathed on his hand, wiped the screen with his sleeve, and then took out the charger from his waist.
That charger was the one I'd kept in my pocket ever since I charged it here last time; the cord was already a bit tangled.
He plugged the charger into the socket under the stall owner's counter, and the phone screen lit up.
The boot screen spun around a dozen times before finally reaching the desktop.
The top right corner of the live streaming app's icon displays thousands of unread private messages.
He didn't check his private messages, but directly opened the live stream and pointed the camera at the oil pan at the fried dough stick stall.
The barrage of comments flooded in almost instantly.
Su Fan leaned his phone against the vinegar bottle at the fried dough stick stall and said to the camera:
"The Great Sage has returned to Flower Fruit Mountain. The ball of light has flown away. The battle is over. I'm eating fried dough sticks."
Then he stopped talking and continued eating the half-eaten fried dough stick in his hand.
The barrage of comments only intensified.
The stall owner leaned over to look at the rapidly scrolling comments on the phone screen, grinned, waved at the camera, and then actually put ten fried dough sticks into the oil.
The fried dough sticks sizzled in the oil, and the comments section went even crazier.
Su Fan ate his fourth fried dough stick.
The steam from the fried dough sticks dissipated in the morning air, mingling with the smell of oil fumes from the fryer.
More and more pedestrians were appearing at the street corner: parents dropping their children off at school, vendors riding tricycles to the market to buy goods, and elderly men carrying birdcages for a stroll.
Everyone who passed by the fried dough stick stall glanced over. Some recognized Su Fan, paused for a moment, and then continued walking. Others didn't recognize him but were drawn in by the live stream on their phones, glancing over briefly before moving on.
A little boy with a schoolbag stood in front of the fried dough stick stall, looking up at the very ordinary axe on Su Fan's waist for a long time.
He reached out to touch the axe handle, but pulled his fingers back halfway through.
Su Fan took the axe off his waist and placed it on a low stool.
The little boy touched the axe handle with his fingers and looked up at Su Fan.
"What can this axe chop?"
"I used to be able to chop a lot of things. Now I don't need to chop anything at all. I just hang it on my waist."
Su Fan ruffled the little boy's hair.
The little boy touched the axe handle again, slung his schoolbag over his shoulder, and ran off. After a few steps, he turned back and called out:
"My name is A Dou! Can I use this axe to slay monsters from now on?"
Before Su Fan could answer, the stall owner spoke for him: "What monsters are you talking about? This uncle has already killed all the monsters. Go to school."
A Dou ran far away, his schoolbag bouncing on his back.
Su Fan tucked the axe back into his waistband, stood up, stuffed the last half of the fried dough stick into his mouth, and picked up his phone, which was still broadcasting live, from next to the vinegar bottle.
The comments were still scrolling, but the speed had slowed down a bit.
One comment was displayed multiple times.
"Broadcast. Next time, we'll show Flower Fruit Mountain. The Great Sage invites you to eat peaches."
After saying this, Su Fan turned off the live stream and put his phone in his pocket.
The vendor packed ten freshly fried dough sticks into a paper bag, tied it tightly, and handed it to him: "Take these to eat on the way. Is Flower Fruit Mountain far?"
"It's not far. Just a somersault and you're there."
Su Fan took the oil paper bag, slung the Pangu Axe over his shoulder, and turned to walk towards the street corner.
He walked a few steps and then stopped, glancing back at the fried dough stick stall.
The vendor had already continued frying dough sticks with his head down; the oil in the pot was still bubbling, and the smoke was rising in the morning light.
The steam from the steamer carried the aroma of fried dough sticks and the beany smell of soy milk, and when the morning breeze blew, the whole street was filled with this smell.
Su Fan withdrew his gaze, shouldered the axe, and headed towards the street corner.
At the end of the alley is the direction from the mortal realm to Flower Fruit Mountain. When Sun Wukong left, he left a very faint aftershock of a great calamity on the bluestone slab at the entrance of the alley. The aftershock is still jumping with white arcs of electricity, waiting for Su Fan to catch up.
He tucked the oil paper bag into his pocket and chased after it, stepping on the arc of electricity.
A few breaths later, the two figures disappeared around the corner of the alley.
On the bluestone slab in front of the fried dough stick stall, only the crack left by the end of the golden cudgel remains. Deep inside the crack, a tiny white arc of electricity is embedded, flickering slightly in the morning light.
The stall owner glanced down at the crack, then used tongs to pick up a piece of thoroughly heated coal from the stove and stuff it into the crack.
When the coal briquette came into contact with the residual aftershocks inside the crack, it exploded on its own, breaking into extremely fine coal slag that filled the crack.
He placed the fire tongs beside the stove, dusted off the soot from his apron, and called out to the next customer, "Freshly fried dough sticks, how many do you want?"
As Su Fan and Sun Wukong climbed over the ruins of the South Heavenly Gate one after the other, Nezha was squatting on the battlements eating a peach.
The peach pit spun twice between his fingers before he casually tossed it into the Guixu Crack.
He saw Su Fan and Sun Wukong returning from the mortal realm, slammed his Fire-Tipped Spear on the ground, and stood up.
"Didn't we say we were going back to Flower Fruit Mountain to eat peaches? Why are we back again? Is the fried dough stick stall closed?"
"It's open. I ate four fried dough sticks and took ten with me to eat on the way."
Su Fan took the oil paper bag out of his pocket. The bag was already a little deformed from being crushed, but the fried dough sticks were still hot.
He shoved the paper bag into Nezha's hand.
"Laojun sent a message saying that there are three ancient stars shining on the edge of Mars. Those three ancient stars are not in Hongjun's complete star map, nor are they at the coordinates of the three ancient god eggs from before."
"Neither the heart network of the Ruins nor the density network of the Ruins' foundation can fathom their depths. Something is moving outside the membrane."
Nezha took the oil paper bag, pulled out a fried dough stick, took a bite, chewed twice, and swallowed it.
"Outside the membrane. Laozi said that even Hongjun couldn't have foreseen that place, and Pangu hadn't even split it open. What could possibly move in such a place?"
"I don't know. But the signal of that thing is extremely weak, so weak that it is almost completely drowned out by the noise of the membrane itself."
"Its movement is extremely stable, each step landing precisely on the weak points of the membrane wall's structural laws. It's searching for an opening. Laozi sent me to Guixu; they should have sensed it by now."
Su Fan took the Pangu Axe off his waist. There was no light on the axe blade, and the three orbs of light on the axe handle had flown away, leaving only three very faint golden lines on the wood grain.
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel on the ground, and the aftershocks of the great calamity on the cudgel exploded into a circle of extremely bright white electric arcs:
"I told you, there's no going back now. We haven't even swallowed the fried dough stick yet, and new trouble has already arisen. Let's go, to Guixu."
The three of them passed through the Guixu Crack and walked down the broken stone steps of the Five Elements Mountain ruins.
The white rock layer of the Guixu foundation has been completely solidified after being formed by the cycle of the chaotic laws, and the rock surface is covered with very light golden moss.
The flowing patterns on the surface of the moss and the gold patterns on the bricks of Nantianmen City are completely of the same origin, and each pattern is self-illuminating.
Xu stood barefoot at the deepest part of the Guixu foundation, his right hand pressed against the pale gold line on his chest.
The connection between the remains of Buzhou Mountain and its root has entered the final stage, and the eleven stone fragments sealed inside the foundation are slowly merging into the network of law patterns on the root.
He heard footsteps and turned around.
"You've arrived. The law signal of that thing outside the membrane is intensifying. It's not just looking for a gap; it's probing the law density distribution of the membrane."
"The way it probes is very regular: every once in a while, it sends its law signal to the weakest point of the membrane wall. The law density at that point is continuously decreasing."
"At the current rate of descent, it will be punctured by the shock wave from the outer side of the membrane in a while."
"Once the perforation is formed, the law structure inside the membrane wall will produce a chain reaction, and the perforation will rapidly expand to a size large enough to allow a complete law body to pass through."
"What kind of law-based entity is that?"
Su Fan walked to the side of the ruins and looked down at the larva in the very center of the ruins' foundation.
The chaotic law patterns on the larva's body surface have completely merged into the pale gold pattern network of the foundation, and the dark red light spot in the center of the thorax is beating steadily, with the rhythm of the beating completely synchronized with the heart network of the Ruins.
The larvae formed a faint golden ripple inside the Guixu foundation through the pulse of law transmitted through the roots of the flint tree. When the ripple spread to the edge of the foundation, it was shattered by an extremely weak signal of law, which came from the outside of the membrane wall.
"It is neither a chaotic law body nor a demonic law body. Its law structure does not belong to any known law system."
"If we must categorize it, its law frequency is 70% the same as the Law of All Beings within the Pangu Axe. Not completely the same, but 70%."
"The remaining 30% is some kind of extremely ancient law structure, even older than the laws of chaos. Laozi used his Dao Heart to scan the law structure of that signal and found that its underlying law patterns resonated very faintly with the original protective will that Pangu took out from the chaotic stone embryo."
Xu closed his eyes and translated the signals of the laws received by the heart's vascular network into specific information in his chest cavity.
"When Pangu extracted the original guardian will from the twelfth chaotic stone embryo, there were still some fragments of the will inside the stone embryo that had not been completely removed."
"Those fragments were swept into the deepest part of chaos by the shockwave of the Pangu Axe after Pangu created the world, and sealed in a layer of laws that is even older than the remains of ancient gods."
"It has never been activated in the past 30,000 years. Now, the chaotic laws are taking shape, the chaotic gray mist is thinning, and the law deposits on the outer side of the membrane are being exposed. That part of the residual will has been awakened by the resonance of the laws of the Dao of All Beings on the inner side of the membrane."
"Not an enemy."
Su Fan squatted down and placed his hand on the white rock layer of the Guixu foundation.
The extremely fine golden line in the palm of his left hand activated itself the moment it touched the rock surface, and the will of all living beings surged out from the line and poured into the foundation.
Upon receiving the will of all living beings, the larva deep within the foundation experienced a rapid increase in its heart rate, transmitting a very clear pulse of law back to the depths of Su Fan's spiritual platform through the roots of the flintwood.
The content of the pulsation is extremely simple: the law signal on the outer side of the membrane wall has no instinct to attack, only the instinct to seek out the source of the law with the same frequency.
It is searching for the path of all living beings.
"It is looking for us. The fragment of the guardian will that Pangu did not completely remove back then has been sealed by the law sedimentation layer on the outside of the membrane for so many years, and has been sleeping ever since."
"After the chaotic laws took shape, the laws of all living beings on the inner side of the membrane spread outward. The fragments sensed the law signals of the same frequency and awoke on their own."
"It thought Pangu was still there, so it moved closer to the membrane wall. But it moved too quickly, stepping on the weak points of the membrane wall's structural laws with every step."
"It's not trying to break through the membrane; it's just looking for an entrance. It doesn't have an instinct to attack, but its own laws are extremely dense. If it can't find an entrance, it will unconsciously crush the weakest point of the membrane."
"We have to catch it. Before it breaks through the membrane wall, we need to proactively create an opening to let it in."
Su Fan withdrew his left hand and stood up.
"The membrane wall is generated automatically after the chaotic laws are formed in a cycle. Its law structure is extremely stable. To create a gap, you can only use laws with the same frequency to neutralize the law membrane wall at the gap position."
"The laws of all living beings on Pangu's axe and the laws of chaotic life on the inner side of the membrane are of the same origin. Splitting the membrane with Pangu's axe will not damage the law structure of the membrane. After it is split, the membrane will automatically heal."
"The gap lasted for an extremely short time, only a moment. That one moment was enough for it to get in."
Xu opened his eyes and looked at the Pangu Axe at Su Fan's waist.
The three thin golden lines on the axe handle flickered slightly under his gaze.
"Then let's split it. Great Sage, come with me to the edge of the membrane. Nezha and Xu will stay behind at Guixu to hold the line. Laozi will stay at the South Heavenly Gate and use his Dao Heart to keep an eye on the real-time location of the signal on the outside of the membrane. Send a message as soon as there is any change."
Su Fan slung the Pangu Axe over his shoulder, turned around, and walked towards the exit of the Guixu Rift.
Sun Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, followed behind him. After a few steps, he turned back to look at Nezha.
"Save two peaches for me. I'll eat them when I get back."
"Leave me my foot. There won't even be any peach pits left when you come back."
Nezha pulled the last fried dough stick out of the paper bag and stuffed it into his mouth, then carried his Fire-Tipped Spear to the side of the market.
The law mark on the left shoulder, under the blessing of the pure yang talisman's warm current, maintained a stable brightness, and its synchronization frequency with the heart's pulse network also stabilized.
Su Fan and Sun Wukong passed through the Guixu Crack and through the ruins of an ancient battlefield.
The hundreds of ancient god remains standing in the ruins are still absorbing fragments of chaotic laws, and the chaotic gray mist has become so thin as to be almost transparent.
The two passed through the pile of ancient god remains on the outskirts of the ruins and continued deeper into the chaos.
The deeper you go, the thinner the gray mist becomes, until finally it disappears completely, revealing a very faint membrane of law-based light ahead.
The light membrane extends from the bottom to the top of chaos, with no visible edge from left to right, and its surface is covered with extremely stable chaotic life law patterns.
The interior of the pattern contains countless extremely fine fragments of laws, which circulate within the membrane, forming a complete cycle of laws.
This light membrane is the outer law membrane of the primordial world that was formed spontaneously after the chaotic laws circulated and took shape.
The membrane is so thin that you can see through it to the dark void on the outside.
Deep within the void, an extremely faint signal of law is moving towards the membrane wall. Its trajectory is extremely stable, with each step landing on a weak point in the membrane wall's law structure.
"That thing is right outside the membrane. Its signal location perfectly matches the coordinates of Laozi's communication. The point in front of it is where the density of the membrane's laws is lowest. After a while, it will unconsciously break through that point."
Su Fan put the Pangu Axe down from his shoulder, gripped it with both hands, walked to the front of the membrane wall, and aimed the axe blade at the weak point on the membrane wall that was being impacted by the external signal.
The will of all beings surged from the extremely fine golden line in his palm, flowing down the axe handle and into the axe blade, condensing into an extremely bright golden beam of light at the tip of the blade.
The beam of light struck the surface of the membrane. The laws and patterns inside the membrane stopped flowing the instant they came into contact with the will of all beings, and a very narrow opening spontaneously appeared at the weakest point.
A faint golden light emanated from inside the opening, its frequency perfectly synchronized with the law signal on the outer side of the membrane.
The moment the opening appeared, the signal of the law on the outside of the membrane accelerated abruptly and entered through the crack.
After the signal passes through the tear, the membrane wall automatically heals itself, and the healing speed is extremely fast.
The signal landed in front of Su Fan, hovering in mid-air and slowly rotating. At its core, a very faint dark gold dot was pulsating, its rhythm perfectly synchronized with the thin golden line on Su Fan's left palm.
Its law frequency is 70% of the same as the will of all living beings on Pangu's axe, and the remaining 30% is a kind of extremely ancient law structure, even older than the law of chaos.
So ancient that even the heart network of the Ruins could only vaguely sense a faint resonance of the laws.
It stood there, motionless, as if trying to discern the aura of law emanating from Su Fan, or perhaps waiting for someone.
A moment later, the dark golden light at its core twitched slightly, emitting a very soft tremor of law.
The tremor penetrated the chaotic gray mist inside the membrane wall and traveled back to the depths of the Ruins.
The Eastern Emperor's heart in Xu's chest cavity beat in sync with the vibration the moment it received it. He placed his right hand on his chest and used his heart's network to translate the vibration.
"It is looking for Pangu. It says it has been sealed outside the membrane for so many years, waiting for Pangu to come back and take it away. It sensed the Law of All Beings, but it recognized that the Law of All Beings and Pangu are not the same person. It asked where Pangu went."
After listening to Xu's translation, Su Fan looked down at the extremely thin golden line on the palm of his left hand and remained silent for a moment.
Then he pulled the Pangu Axe from the edge of the membrane wall, stuck it down at his feet with the blade facing down, and spread out his left palm, pointing the thin golden line directly at the dark golden light spot at the core of the light sphere.
The light stopped pulsating after it came into contact with the will of all living beings emanating from the golden thread, and hovered motionless in the air.
Su Fan looked at it and said four words.
"Pangu is gone. His spine became Mount Buzhou, his heart became the primordial Heavenly Dao, fragments of his axe blade scattered in the chaos, and his remaining consciousness completely dissipated after he nailed the wedge of creation."
"The last protective will he left behind before he left is sealed in this axe. This will shares 70% of its origin with your laws. The remaining 30% is yourself."
"You were sealed for so many years, yet your legal structure wasn't eroded by the laws of chaos, which means the fragments of your protective will within you are extremely pure. The reason Pangu didn't completely remove you back then wasn't because he forgot, but because he wanted you to remain outside the membrane."
"The membrane wall only appeared after the chaotic laws cyclically formed, but the law deposition layer on the outside of the membrane wall existed before Pangu separated heaven and earth."
"That sedimentary layer was the first natural line of defense in the primordial world. He left a fragment of his protective will in it, just to wait for this day."
"We waited for the membrane to form, and for someone to split it open and let you in. Now that you're in, you don't need to wait any longer."