In the midst of chaos, there existed gods and demons. In a certain place, a purple lotus bloomed, so majestic that even deities and Buddhas would be irresistibly drawn to its noble presence.

Within this lotus lay a giant man, fast asleep, his snoring echoing far into the chaotic void. His body constantly absorbed and exhaled the primordial Chaos Qi. The Qi flowed in from the outside, purified by the purple lotus, and was then absorbed by the giant.

As he absorbed the Chaos Qi, the giant channeled his true essence into his hands. Upon closer inspection, one could see that he held a massive axe in his right hand and a disc in his left. For a moment, the giant and these three Chaos treasures communicated in harmony, creating a rhythm so mesmerizing that anyone witnessing it would be drawn in.

This giant was none other than Pangu.

After an unknown amount of time, Pangu opened his eyes, feeling restless. He calculated something with his fingers.

"Sigh! The time has come. What is destined cannot be avoided." With that, he stood up, stretched lazily, and then remained still, as if turning into a statue. Slowly, his feet rooted to the ground, his head connected to the Celestial Creation Jade, and his hands firmly gripped the Pangu Axe, standing there like an immovable mountain.

As time passed, Chaos Gods and demons began to gather around Pangu, their numbers gradually increasing. If one were to count, including Pangu, there were exactly three thousand.

Greed filled the faces of these gods and demons, as if Pangu were nothing more than a meal. Yet, Pangu remained motionless, as if completely unaware of their intentions.

Impatience took hold of the gods and demons, and suddenly, they charged at Pangu en masse. But Pangu had already gathered his strength. He let out a furious roar, filling the surrounding chaos with Dao rhythms. His three Chaos treasures activated at full power: the purple lotus beneath his feet shielded him, the Celestial Creation Jade above his head absorbed the Dao rhythms from the chaos, and Pangu gripped his axe tightly, ignoring the attacks of the gods and demons as he swung a mystical strike in the void.

This seemingly gentle swing carried no apparent force, but the Dao rhythms from the strike rippled outward, disintegrating any primordial gods and demons caught in its wake.

Momentarily stunned by Pangu’s power, the gods and demons hesitated, but soon grew even more frenzied. They unleashed their treasures and charged at Pangu with renewed madness. The scene that unfolded was chaotic: Pangu, standing atop the purple lotus, a disc above his head and an axe in his hand, swung his axe in every direction as countless beings desperately attacked him.

Yet, Pangu ignored their assaults. With another swing, the sound of an egg cracking echoed through the chaos, followed by a booming thunder that reverberated far and wide.

"Boom… boom… boom…"

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A massive yin-yang symbol appeared, expanding and radiating outward. After the first strike, a second followed, splitting the scene into two—yin and yang. Then came a third strike, birthing the four images; a fourth strike brought forth the eight trigrams.

By the time Pangu swung his ninth strike, the chaotic elements of earth, fire, wind, and water were thrown into disorder. Of the three thousand gods and demons, a thousand had already been obliterated, dissolved into the chaotic elements. Yet, those remaining did not retreat, instead becoming even more cautious and aggressive.

When Pangu swung his twenty-seventh strike, the elements of earth, fire, wind, and water were completely in disarray. A world was faintly beginning to form, and only a thousand gods and demons remained. Some of them were now beginning to feel fear, but none dared to retreat.

By the thirty-sixth strike, fewer than five hundred gods and demons remained. Many had stopped advancing, and the world Pangu was carving out grew larger with each swing.

When the fortieth strike came, the gods and demons finally began to retreat, using their treasures to shield themselves as they slowly withdrew. Some fled deep into the chaos, while others abandoned their primordial bodies and merged with the nascent world.

With the forty-ninth strike, Pangu was filled with excitement. Just one more strike, and his task would be complete. Then he could proudly declare, "Ah! My Dao is complete."

But at that moment, the purple lotus beneath his feet, unable to withstand the pressure of creation and the prior assaults from the three thousand gods and demons, shattered into pieces, scattering across the newly formed world. The Celestial Creation Jade also succumbed, breaking into fragments that vanished without a trace. Even the Pangu Axe itself splintered under the immense strain, transforming into three divine treasures: the Taiji Diagram, the Pangu Banner, and the Chaos Bell.

"Sigh… it wasn’t enough after all."

Pangu muttered to himself. Then, with a wave of his hand, he flung the Chaos Bell deep into the heavens. A deep, resonating chime echoed throughout the world, and the chaotic elements of earth, fire, wind, and water were suddenly stabilized.

Pangu raised the Pangu Banner and waved it through the chaos, purifying the elements. The clear Qi rose to form the heavens, while the turbid Qi sank to form the earth. Pangu stood atop the Taiji Diagram, which transformed into a golden bridge connecting heaven and earth.

Time passed, and the division of clear and turbid Qi became more distinct. The heavens rose higher, and the earth became thicker.

Pangu let out a mighty roar, creating a storm of wind and thunder that spread throughout the forming world. Just as the heavens and earth were about to stabilize, a sudden calamity struck—the heavens began to fall, and the earth began to rise. The two forces moved to reunite.

With a frown, Pangu let out a thunderous shout and planted his feet on the earth while holding the heavens aloft with his hands, keeping them apart. He unleashed his divine power, growing taller with each passing day. As the heavens rose by ninety thousand li, so too did Pangu grow in height, and the earth grew thicker by the same measure.

For eighty-one thousand years, Pangu continued this labor, and at long last, the heavens and earth stood firm. Heavenly merit descended in a boundless flow, almost engulfing the enormous figure of Pangu. But Pangu, having overexerted himself, had already damaged his foundation. His body was too frail to absorb the merit, hastening his demise.

Looking upon the vast, untamed wilderness he had created, Pangu’s face filled with compassion. With a sigh, he muttered, "Ah… the Dao is unfathomable." Then, he collapsed.

As he fell, golden light burst from his body in all directions. Pangu, feeling that the world he had created was too simple, wished to merge with it. His left eye transformed into the sun, his right eye into the moon. His hair became the stars, his muscles the land, his veins the mountains, his blood the rivers, and his spine became the grand mountain range of Buzhou.

With Pangu’s body merging into the world, the heavens and earth were complete.