Chapter 233: A Voice Like Thunder!
“Here it comes again!”
Sensing the Blade Horn trembling in his arms.
Lu Qingyang’s mind focused slightly as he took it out.
And in the moment he gripped the Blade Horn.
Another image surfaced in his mind…
It was a vast expanse of heaven and earth.
Boundless and without end.
Every seal upon it stretched without limit.
Only a blazing sun and a dim moon hung upon the canopy of the sky.
That fragment lay quietly in a corner of the world.
It gazed at the empty sky, as though feeling a little lonely.
Lu Qingyang didn’t understand why, every single time, this fragment had to stare into the void, as if imitating something…
Doubts rose in his heart, and he could not help but murmur softly,
“Just what are you looking for?”
“Buzz buzz!”
Hearing Lu Qingyang’s question, the Blade Horn in his hand trembled even more violently.
Within the image, that fragment also began to shake abruptly.
As the fragment trembled, motes of light scattered from it toward the vast canopy.
Those motes were dazzling and resplendent, illuminating the heavens, as though they sought to dispel the darkness of the world and regain the light.
“BOOM!”
As the motes grew more and more numerous, they became vast stars upon the canopy of the sky.
Countless galaxies cascaded down, converging into a surging, roaring river of stars.
This galaxy stretched for hundreds of millions of li, incomparably wide.
It spanned the dome of heaven, struck straight into the Nine Underworlds, as though it could submerge this entire heaven and earth…
“Bang!”
The Blade Horn fell, and the image vanished.
Lu Qingyang sat cross-legged atop the mountain peak, watching the flickering stars upon the canopy, silent.
After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes.
“Legend says that Great God Pangu split the heavens from the earth. His breath became the winds of the four seasons, his eyes became the sun and moon.”
“His hair became the stars across the sky.”
“But just now, that image showed the Blade Horn scattering countless stars.”
“What exactly is going on…”
Lu Qingyang’s brows locked tightly.
Ever since his Return to True, all the soul images seemed to confirm that this world was the Primordial World.
And the image he had seen at the very beginning truly should have been Pangu splitting the heavens from the earth.
But…
“But ever since I picked up this Blade Horn.”
“And followed the hidden guidance to come to this place that appeared in the Simulation, the images in my mind have become entirely different.”
Lu Qingyang pondered, his gaze deep.
He always felt as though he had touched a layer of gauze, yet could not grasp it, could not see through it.
Thinking this, Lu Qingyang slowly raised his head.
Once again, he gazed at the stars upon the canopy.
This time, his mind sank fully into them.
“Buzz!”
In an instant, a strange feeling surged up in his heart.
Just as the Simulation had described.
For some reason, he felt that these stars across the sky were so intimate, so familiar.
As though he himself were one of them.
And it was at this very moment that Lu Qingyang’s cultivation began to surge madly.
In just a single night, he stepped into Dao Integration.
As the sun rose and set, and set and rose again.
When the stars rose once more, his cultivation had actually reached Dao Integration Consummation!
That was to say, in merely two nights, Lu Qingyang had crossed an entire major realm!
“Hoo…”
The next day, at dawn.
Lu Qingyang exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes snapping open, brilliance bursting forth!
He stood up, stretching his limbs, and a majestic power instantly filled his entire body.
He felt light all over, with inexhaustible strength within him.
What surprised him even more was that thunderclouds were beginning to gather above his head.
He was about to undergo Tribulation Crossing…
“Whoosh!”
In the Chaotic Dharma Realm, upon the vast canopy of the sky.
Lu Qingyang flew at extreme speed.
After successfully crossing his tribulation, Lu Qingyang had left that mountain range full of stars.
There was no other reason. That hidden guidance had appeared once again.
And next, according to the Simulation’s progression.
Where he needed to go should be a land of thunder.
The Simulation had also emphasized descriptions of it.
Except, before he had traveled far.
He suddenly discovered that the world between heaven and earth seemed no longer peaceful.
Massive fierce beasts were constantly slaughtering one another.
He even saw a colossal dragon corpse fall from the sky and crash into the earth.
“It seems the Dragon-Han Cataclysm has erupted.”
“But in the early stages of this calamity, the Human Race didn’t get involved.”
“Only later, when the Kirin Clan also joins, will heaven and earth truly descend into chaos.”
“But at most a year, the Kirin Clan will probably join. I must hurry.”
Lu Qingyang calculated the timing and continued on his way.
Soon, a region full of rampaging thunder came into view.
It was a massive Thunder Pool.
Within it, lightning intertwined, auras of destruction raging everywhere, as though the apocalypse had descended.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The explosions came without end, the thunder deafening.
The lightning in that region was dense to a terrifying degree.
Any living being that drew near would immediately be blasted to dust!
Even a Great Vehicle cultivator, if trapped within, would die without question!
But Lu Qingyang was not afraid.
From that sky-full of thunder, he seemed to hear a voice.
This voice seemed to be roaring, seemed to be raging.
But no matter what, as long as the thunder rang out.
Infinite sorrow surged up within Lu Qingyang’s heart.
This drove him to charge toward that thunder, wanting to converse with that voice.
Yet just as he stepped forward, before his foot even landed.
In his arms, a sudden tremor struck!
“Come, let me see what kind of image it is this time!”
Lu Qingyang drew a deep breath and pulled the Blade Horn from his arms.
But the next moment.
His pupils suddenly constricted!
Because this time, deep within his mind there was indeed an image, but it was pitch black.
Nothing could be seen.
Yet hidden within, a voice weathered and steady suddenly echoed by his ear.
“I am Pangu the Ancestor. Heaven and earth were chaos, like a chicken’s egg, and I grew within it for eighteen thousand years.”
“Once heaven and earth were split apart, the clear yang became heaven, the turbid yin became earth.”
“I was within them, changing nine times a day.”
“Divine in heaven, sage upon earth. Heaven rose one zhang each day, earth thickened one zhang each day, and I too grew one zhang each day.”
“Thus for eighteen thousand years, the number of heaven was exceedingly high, the number of earth exceedingly deep, and I too was exceedingly tall.”
“Therefore heaven was nine myriad li from earth. My body — my breath became wind and clouds, my voice became thunder, my left eye became the sun, my right eye became the moon, my hair became the stars, my beard became grass and trees…”
Wave after wave of majestic sound exploded in the void, every word carrying an inexplicable authority and vastness.
As that voice grew louder and louder.
Lu Qingyang finally heard clearly what it spoke, and was shocked beyond measure.
These words were precisely the scene of the splitting of heaven and earth!
This…
Could this really be Pangu?!
Lu Qingyang could not believe it, could not bring himself to believe it.
Yet that voice still did not stop.
“Heaven and earth were finally completed, and I too finally died. But heaven and earth are one, utterly devoid of life’s joy.”
“Go, go. Carry my soul… do my work…”
“With my soul… do my work…”
The final sentence, and the words vanished.
The image shattered…