The Wheel of Blades Hell vanished into thin air. The Wheel of Blades Hell among the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths was utterly annihilated; from this day forward, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths became merely Nine Heavens and Nine Earths.

All the Geng Metal spiritual energy from the Wheel of Blades Hell poured into a single, bizarrely shaped blade stretching for hundreds of millions of li. This gigantic, impossibly vast, despair-inducing saber—which continuously erupted with sharp blade-light, nearly cleaving the chaotic space outside the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths in two—slowly descended, merging with the body of the Great Turning Wheel King.

The colossal blade gradually faded, and the aura within the Great Turning Wheel King became incomparably violent. A massive influx of chaotic air currents from the surrounding void roared toward him, constantly surging into his body until the turbulence within him was finally smoothed over.

A full three days and three nights passed before the Great Turning Wheel King’s internal energy completely settled. He floated silently in the void, resembling an ancient, weathered stone, without the slightest leakage of aura. His essence was deeply concealed, his core energy retracted within his viscera. The King’s control over his power had reached the absolute zenith; perhaps only a Saint could achieve this state of seeming dust and decay on the surface.

For those three days and nights, Gu Wuchen remained utterly still within the five-colored cloud-mist formed by the Five Directions Five Colors Banner. Frowning, he gazed at the colossal saber that was the Great Turning Wheel King’s true form, sifting through ancient memories inherited from the True Monarch of Taiyin.

In ancient times, this peerless, ominous blade had clashed with the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, even managing to wound him.

Gu Xiechen vaguely recalled figures whose legends matched the Great Turning Wheel King, but which one exactly was he?

In the chaotic void, a colossal beast of chaos, shaped like a carp but bearing six dragon horns atop its head, its body exceeding a million li in length, silently pierced through layer after layer of chaotic currents. It fixed its four pairs of fierce, golden eyes—glaring with malevolence—and lunged toward the Great Turning Wheel King with lightning speed.

The powerful aura the Great Turning Wheel King had just released was an irresistible delicacy to the monstrous beasts of the chaotic void—an energy fluctuation detached from the raw chaos and possessing distinct attributes. Thus, this 'Primordial Dragon Carp' rushed forward without hesitation to snatch the prize.

With a loud bellow, it spewed dozens of thick streams of chaotic air toward the Great Turning Wheel King, drool dripping from the corners of the Primordial Dragon Carp’s mouth.

The Great Turning Wheel King’s body remained motionless. A single strand of his hair lifted lightly, sweeping a magnificent arc through the emptiness.

A crescent-shaped blade-light, carrying a dense, ferocious aura, sliced across the void. The massive Primordial Dragon Carp let out a cry of despair; it was shattered inch by inch from head to tail, exploding into a sky full of ragged meat fragments, spraying forth in gouts of viscous blood plasma.

The Great Turning Wheel King’s alabaster hand reached out toward the ruined flesh of the Dragon Carp. A core, only about ten zhang in size yet crystal clear and shining like a miniature sun, within which countless wisps of water vapor churned, shot out of the air and landed in his palm. The King looked at Gu Xiechen and sneered, “This Dragon Carp’s magical cultivation is equivalent to a peak Daluo Jinxian. Unfortunately, under my blade, it was utterly defenseless!” With a gulp, the huge inner core was swallowed whole by the Great Turning Wheel King, and a faint tinge of crimson entered his eyes.

Gu Xiechen nodded. He smiled, “So, this chaotic void is teeming with countless powerful entities?”

The Great Turning Wheel King laughed coldly, “Indeed. The chaotic void is vast and boundless; all worlds are sustained by it—our world and all others alike. Therefore, the chaotic void holds infinite power. Hongjun and his few subordinates are nothing more than frogs in a well!”

Shaking his head, Gu Wuchen said calmly, “It is those so-called frogs in a well who sealed you for countless eons. In ancient times, among the three hundred and sixty million Primordial Demon Gods born from the Earth Source Star, there were forty-nine Ominous Blades, corresponding to the Great Derivation Killing Numbers. Which one are you?”

The Great Turning Wheel King froze for a moment, staring at Gu Xiechen in astonishment. He nodded, “Impressive. You actually know of the Earth Source Star, know of the three hundred and sixty million Primordial Demon Gods, and even know the reputation of our Great Derivation Ominous Blades! Heh, heh heh, whose cultivation technique have you inherited?”

Gu Xiechen merely smiled without speaking. To reveal the origins of his cultivation technique to such an ancient behemoth would be suicidal. These figures surviving from antiquity, once aware of the source of your power, would use their vast knowledge to devise countless means against you.

The Great Turning Wheel King also smiled. He nodded, “A clever little fellow. Too bad you shouldn't have killed my only son.”

With a low sigh, a fierce light flashed in the King’s eyes. He roared fiercely, “For me, the Great Derivation Ominous Blade, to father a child should have been impossible! If Hongjun and the others hadn't sealed me, hadn't suppressed my death-bringing, life-extinguishing aura, how could I have transformed killing intent into life force to bear a child? That was my only child!”

Amidst his roar, the Great Turning Wheel King raised his right arm, sending a torrent of blade-light, flowing like a cascade, directly toward Gu Xiechen’s chest.

The Five Directions Five Colors Banner sensed the terrifying power of annihilation within the blade-light. The five flags trembled simultaneously, emitting immeasurable auspicious radiance, causing countless colorful lotus flowers to swirl wildly, desperately resisting the onslaught of the blade-light. The blade energy was fierce, shattering large swathes of the auspicious clouds and mist, causing countless lotuses to dissolve into sprinkles of light-rain.

Although protected by the Five Directions Five Colors Banner, Gu Xiechen’s body was violently driven back by the immense force contained within the blade-light. He retreated along with a thousand li sphere of five-colored cloud-mist, shattering countless chaotic air currents, carving a massive passage tens of thousands of li long through the murky void until he slammed into a star within the chaotic space, finally halting his momentum.

The passage, hundreds of thousands of li long with a diameter of a thousand jin, was littered with shredded flesh. Numerous small beasts lurking in the chaotic currents were shaken out by the five-colored cloud-mist and then incinerated by the following wave of blade-light.

The Five Directions Five Colors Banner possessed no offensive capability, and the smaller beasts were merely stunned, but the Great Turning Wheel King’s blade energy killed everything in its path; every beast along the way perished beneath the light. Gu Xiechen struck a small star, only a hundred li in diameter, sprawling across its surface. The stars in the chaotic void were refined day and night by the pure currents, requiring countless eons and vast amounts of chaotic spiritual energy to condense into such a small body.

This tiny planet, suspended motionless in the void, weighed roughly ten billion times more than a neutron star in Gu Wuchen’s universe, and its internal gravity far exceeded that of a supermassive black hole he knew by hundreds of millions of times. Despite Gu Xiechen’s current cultivation and strength, he was pinned to the surface, feeling a strange paralysis where his limbs felt stiff and unmoving.

The Great Turning Wheel King’s blade-light followed closely, whistling sharply as it struck the five-colored cloud-mist. The mist held fast, causing the blade-light to slip harmlessly to either side. The devastating blade energy crashed onto the small star, slicing it effortlessly into three pieces, as if a white-hot steel knife cutting through butter.

The blade energy raged within the star’s interior, instantly pulverizing the incredibly dense, high-gravity celestial body. The star exploded, and a star core, several zhang in diameter, shot skyward with blinding, piercing light.

Gu Xiechen happened to be near this intensely luminous, multi-colored star core. He casually formed a hand seal and tapped the core, smoothly pulling it toward him. Scanning the core with his divine sense, Gu Xiechen suddenly burst into loud laughter: “Thank you, esteemed senior, for this gift! A new staff for the Great Sage has been secured!”

The star core was dense, pure, and composed entirely of the innate material ‘Chaotic Primordial Heavy Gold.’ It was immensely heavy. This Chaotic Primordial Heavy Gold also went by the name ‘Evil Gold,’ naturally possessing a terrifying law of physical devastation. Any weapon forged from it, upon impact, would reduce stone and iron to dust, as if struck by billions of lightning bolts simultaneously.

Even using her ingenious methods, Fu Ya 7 Ming had detonated a supernova within a black hole to excavate vast quantities of innate materials, spending millennia without acquiring even a thumbnail-sized piece of Chaotic Primordial Heavy Gold. This substance was the essence condensed from a single thread of innate golden essence, refined by endless chaotic energy—the ultimate essence of heaven and earth, the mother of all metals.

However sophisticated Fu Ya 7 Ming’s mining techniques were, they lacked the process of refinement by countless eons of chaotic energy from the void. How could they possibly generate such an exceptionally rare treasure of heaven and earth? Gazing at the star core in his hand, Gu Xiechen laughed wildly toward the heavens; this was truly an unexpected windfall.

The Great Turning Wheel King granted Gu Xiechen no time for joy; he charged forward, brimming with killing intent, bringing his blade down upon Gu Xiechen’s head once more.

Gu Xiechen had become too elated, slightly relaxing his control over the Five Directions Five Colors Banner. The King’s momentum-filled strike nearly shattered the banner’s protection and nearly struck Gu Xiechen’s body.

Gu Xiechen was aghast. He hastily spat out a breath of immortal energy onto the banner, urging the Five Directions Five Colors Banner to shine even brighter. The five-colored flags erupted with brilliant light, enveloping a space of ten thousand li, then suddenly contracted inward, forming a perfectly smooth, luminous sphere around Gu Xiechen, about ten zhang in diameter, glittering like a jeweled orb, completely shielding him.

Grinning widely, Gu Xiechen nodded to the Great Turning Wheel King and raised the star core in his hand, saying, “Thank you, senior!”

The Great Turning Wheel King paused slightly, then scoffed coldly, “You little bumpkin, what’s so great about a piece of Chaotic Primordial Heavy Gold? When the Primordial Chaos first split, we Primordial Demon Gods born from the Earth Source Star used this stuff to build latrines!” Build latrines? Gu Xiechen paused for a moment, then was sent flying again by another swing of the Great Turning Wheel King’s blade.

The blade-light struck the extremely compressed and condensed spiritual light of the Five Directions Five Colors Banner, spitting out another shower of sparks. The banner’s light suddenly contracted by about one zhang. Gu Xiechen felt a jolt and was sent flying outward again by the Great Turning Wheel King’s blow.

The Great Turning Wheel King glared at Gu Xiechen with a sneer, “The spiritual energy of the chaotic void—even that old ghost Hongjun cannot freely absorb it into his body. Heh heh, if one strike of my blade cannot kill you, I will strike ten thousand times. If I cannot kill you in a hundred thousand strikes, I will strike you a hundred million times. When I exhaust your mana, and the Five Directions Five Colors Banner is deprived of your support, what defense will you have left?”

Gu Xiechen’s expression shifted slightly. As his body briefly stabilized, he let out a sharp cry and shot a bolt of lightning toward the Great Turning Wheel King.

The pale purple lightning bolt, upon entering the chaotic void, was shredded by the turbulent air currents. His lightning vanished without a trace before it traveled ten zhang. Gu Xiechen was greatly alarmed and summoned an extremely high-grade immortal sword, firing it out.

A chaotic air current shot in from the side. The magnificent, radiant sword, trailing a hundred li of red light as it sped toward the Great Turning Wheel King’s heart, was buffeted by the current and instantly disintegrated into specks of dust drifting away. Gu Xiechen felt a tightness in his chest; the sword was destroyed, and his nascent spirit suffered a minor shock.

The Great Turning Wheel King laughed even more triumphantly. He threw his head back and roared, “Insolent little brat! What do you think the chaotic void is? What do you think the chaotic energy is? Hahahaha! That streak of lightning you just unleashed—was that the so-called Primordial Chaos Heaven-Splitting Divine Thunder, the secret technique of the Three Pure Ones?”

The Great Turning Wheel King laughed until tears almost streamed down his face, thoroughly mocking Gu Xiechen and ridiculing the unique Thunder Technique created by the Three Saints.

The Three Pure Ones’ secret technique, the Primordial Chaos Heaven-Splitting Divine Thunder, was the great divine power they used to carve out their dojos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

However, those Thirty-Three Heavens were a void whose spatial structure had been stabilized by Dao Ancestor Hongjun’s own mana. Although the space outside the Thirty-Three Heavens bordered the true chaotic void, due to the influence of Hongjun’s power, the spatial structure there was stable, and the concentration of chaotic energy was not high. Therefore, the Primordial Chaos Heaven-Splitting Divine Thunder could manifest its world-creating divine efficacy outside the Thirty-Three Heavens.

But upon entering this true chaotic void, where the concentration of chaotic air currents was astounding—the primal spiritual energy that both creates everything and destroys everything, possessing absolute might—the Three Pure Ones’ secret thunder technique could not cleave this void, nor could it cleave the chaotic air currents. Once swept into them, the Divine Thunder was assimilated. After all, the Three Pure Ones were born into the universe after Pangu split heaven and earth; they comprehended the laws of the post-creation universe, which paled in comparison to the true laws of Chaos.

Gu Xiechen’s expression changed slightly. Disbelieving, he unleashed several other divine spells and enchantments inherited from the Pangu Banner and the Beacon Fire Cushion. Yet, these spells, usually overwhelmingly powerful, were useless in the chaotic void. The chaotic air currents tore through them, turning all the flows into scattered light-rain.

The Great Turning Wheel King cackled sinisterly, darting around Gu Xiechen like wind and lightning, his long saber continuously striking. In the blink of an eye, he hammered Gu Xiechen deep into the chaotic void. All around was an endless expanse of gray chaotic currents, within which indistinct, colossal chaotic beasts, larger than mountains and continents, could be seen playfully swimming, hunting, and feeding. Calculating the time roughly, Gu Xiechen was stunned to realize this skirmish had already consumed over a month.

With a cold snort, as the Great Turning Wheel King raised his blade for another strike, a burst of fire erupted from above Gu Xiechen’s head. His Solar Nascent Soul, holding the Solar Profound Orb, transformed into an extremely fine thread of fire and fled into the boundless chaos.

The Great Turning Wheel King was enjoying his assault and never dreamed that Gu Xiechen would sever a San Shi (Three Corpses) Nascent Soul, let alone dare to let his San Shi escape into the chaotic void.

Utterly shocked, the Great Turning Wheel King was caught off guard, and the Solar Nascent Soul vanished without a trace. The King was furious, his seven orifices smoking. He pointed at Gu Xiechen and cursed, “Even if one of your spirit bodies escapes, I will destroy your main body, then hunt down the spirit body that fled. I will slaughter all your relatives and friends to extinguish the rage from losing my son!”

With the Solar Nascent Soul gone, Gu Xiechen felt considerably more secure. With that soul body anchored, there would be a presiding authority for the Myriad Immortals Assembly months later. Given the Solar Nascent Soul’s cultivation and power, combined with the strength of the Fire Crows who had cultivated in the Solar Profound Orb for millennia, the Assembly would proceed without incident.

Glaring at the Great Turning Wheel King, Gu Xiechen spoke in a low shout, “If you want me dead, I will exhaust myself fighting you right here, Great Turning Wheel King!”

A fierce light flashed in the Great Turning Wheel King’s eyes. He swung his right arm like a whirlwind, delivering thousands of strikes in the blink of an eye.

Fierce blade energy and light washed over everything. The protective Five Directions Five Colors Banner dimmed and trembled violently. In a flash, only a thin layer of five-colored mist remained clinging to Gu Xiechen’s body. The blade energy and light nearly struck him directly, shaking his frame violently, causing excruciating pain in his flesh and bone, and faint blade marks spontaneously appearing on his skin.

The Great Turning Wheel King laughed wildly. The blade-light circled Gu Xiechen like flowing silk, his killing nature fully unleashed. The world-destroying killing intent that had lain dormant for countless eons gradually returned to him. Gradually, he regained the terrifying power that once belonged to him; each strike grew heavier, more exquisite, and more aligned with the Heavenly Dao. Suddenly, the Great Turning Wheel King roared, “Behold, my World-Extinguishing Strike!”

The chaotic space within a radius of ten thousand li suddenly emptied, as all chaotic spiritual energy was drawn into the Great Turning Wheel King’s body, rapidly transforming into overwhelming blade energy that burst forth. With sharp, echoing roars that shook the void, a violent energy storm erupted in the chaotic space. Countless chaotic beasts were swept away by the sudden tempest, and those hidden within the storm were torn to shreds by the terrifying blade intent.

As the strike descended madly, Gu Xiechen felt a sharp force hit his face. The Five Directions Five Colors Banner abruptly flared with a strong spiritual light, then instantly dimmed.

After tens of thousands of frenzied strikes from the Great Turning Wheel King, the Five Directions Five Colors Banner’s foundation had been severely damaged, its defensive power reduced by over eighty percent.

Facing this strike that seemed intent on destroying the entire void, the Five Directions Five Colors Banner could no longer defend. It could only watch helplessly as the blade-light tore through the five-colored mist and struck directly above Gu Xiechen’s head. The blade-light flashed, and Gu Xiechen’s body abruptly split open, but only a faint wisp of water vapor emerged—not a single drop of blood.

The Great Turning Wheel King was stunned. Gu Xiechen, having used the Taiyin Evasion Technique’s Illusory Flower Water Moon technique to slip behind him, held the Pangu Banner in his left hand and clenched his right fist. The chaotic energy stimulated by the Pangu Banner, combined with his simultaneous heavy punch using the Heaven-Supporting Three Forms, slammed into the Great Turning Wheel King’s body.

The Pangu Banner struck fiercely near the Great Turning Wheel King’s left flank, blasting a small patch of muscle into a ball of chaos.

Gu Xiechen’s heavy punch, the Heaven-Supporting Three Forms, descended upon the King’s back with streaks of Yellow-Black energy. The heavy blows were like thunder, resounding one after another. In the blink of an eye, Gu Xiechen had struck the Great Turning Wheel King nearly a thousand times. The fist-auras were fierce, accompanied by continuous cracking sounds, causing the King’s figure to sway like a weak willow branch in a strong wind. Finally, Gu Xiechen’s explosive finishing punch sent him flying seventy thousand li.

The Great Turning Wheel King’s body flew forward through the void, shattering three small stars in its path before he finally managed to stabilize himself. Gu Xiechen pursued closely, collecting the star cores from the three small stars as he went.

Once the Great Turning Wheel King regained his footing, Gu Xiechen let out a muffled roar and unleashed a wave of chaotic torrent from the Pangu Banner, hundreds of li in diameter, rushing toward the King. The Pangu Banner, an innate supreme treasure formed in Chaos, could stabilize the water, fire, wind, and earth, and could stimulate chaotic energy to manifest as powerful sword energy to injure enemies. Gu Xiechen now activating the banner with all his might, though not yet at the Saint realm, wielded considerable imposing power.

The Great Turning Wheel King’s expression turned extremely grim as he watched the oncoming chaotic current. He let out a low roar and raised his long saber to meet the flow. But just as he moved the blade, the Great Turning Wheel King suddenly burst into laughter. He puffed out his chest, allowing wisps of blade-light to coil around his sternum, deliberately using his chest to meet the chaotic current unleashed by Gu Xiechen.

With a strange sound, the chaotic current, hundreds of li in diameter and tens of thousands of li long, roared past the Great Turning Wheel King’s body, carving countless tiny gashes onto him. Specks of fire continuously erupted from his skin, his hair was repeatedly sheared off only to regenerate instantly. The seemingly all-destroying chaotic current struck his surface but failed to truly shake his body. “You gave this King a scare!”

The Great Turning Wheel King roared with laughter, “I thought the little brat Yuanshi Tianzun had actually bestowed the Pangu Banner upon you!” Gu Xiechen’s brow twitched slightly. He abruptly retracted the Pangu Banner and rapidly retreated.

The Great Turning Wheel King pursued Gu Xiechen with his saber raised, shouting sternly, “Don’t run! Don’t flee! Let this King see clearly! This Pangu Banner is indeed the Pangu Banner, and there is no trace of Yuanshi Tianzun’s Primordial Seal within it. You must have completely refined it! But…”

Blade-light shot from his eyes as the Great Turning Wheel King stared intently at the Pangu Banner in Gu Wuchen’s hand for a long time, then suddenly laughed aloud, “What a pity, what a pity! This Pangu Banner has suffered damage to its very essence and has not fully recovered! Hahahaha! The Pangu Banner is just like that monkey’s staff—it has been broken before. The banner you hold is indeed Pangu’s, but it is an incomplete Pangu Banner!” Gu Xiechen was aghast. He looked down at the Pangu Banner and suddenly understood something.

It was no wonder he had always sensed that this Pangu Banner possessed a slight difference from the legendary, all-conquering Innate Supreme Treasure; it was no wonder, no wonder at all! The Pangu Banner had been broken and had not yet fully recovered!

It was akin to a valiant general whose arm bone had snapped; even while undergoing the required hundred days of recuperation, the combat power he could muster on the battlefield would inherently be limited!

Presumably, Yuanshi Tianzun encountered an unprecedentedly powerful foe in that foreign new universe, causing even the Pangu Banner to be fractured. Is that why the Pangu Banner was attached to the Three Pure Ones' Corpse-Slaying Secret Method and sent back to this universe?

Then, what exactly was Gu Xiechen? A leading figure among the reserve cannon fodder? Or perhaps a pawn intended for some other purpose entirely?

Gu Xiechen narrowed his eyes, giving a strange, cackling laugh as he continuously brandished the Pangu Banner, sending out streams of chaotic energy that inflicted minor damage upon the Great Reincarnation King but failed to decide the outcome of the battle. Spiritual light flickered incessantly on the Pangu Banner. Gu Wuchen began to withdraw all the spiritual energy and primordial spirit imprints he had fused into the treasure, preparing to completely abandon this damaged and incomplete Pangu Banner.

Prior to this, Gu Xiechen had merely been unwilling to deploy the Pangu Banner; he had always felt it was something he could not truly master.

But after encountering the Great Reincarnation King today, Gu Wuchen dared not use the Pangu Banner any longer—not only the Pangu Banner, but he was even prepared to discard all treasured artifacts like the Wind-Fire Rosary.

No one would feel joyful upon realizing they were being manipulated behind the scenes, especially when the designer was a being of the Three Pure Ones' stature; caution was paramount.

However, something utterly terrifying occurred to Gu Wuchen: his spiritual energy and primordial spirit imprints rapidly retreated from the peripheral restrictions of the Pangu Banner, detaching from ninety-nine percent of its seals in the blink of an eye. Yet, as his spiritual energy and primordial spirit imprints attempted to break free from the core Chaos Seal within the Pangu Banner, an ancient Taoist figure, imbued with the solemn majesty of a bygone era, suddenly manifested.

The Taoist's form was hazy, with a restless spiritual light swirling around him. The elder smiled kindly at Gu Wuchen, naturally forming an arcane seal across his chest—a seal Gu Wuchen did not recognize—and amiably chuckled, "Little benefactor, fate has brought us together."

Gu Xiechen remained silent, focusing solely on recalling his spiritual energy and primordial spirit imprints. But his consciousness, usually as responsive as a hand to an arm, now felt as if glued to that Chaos Seal; no matter how much strength he mustered, he could not break free.

The Taoist smiled with ever-increasing warmth. His hand seal shifted dramatically, releasing a misty, pure energy that enveloped the tiny form manifested by Gu Wuchen's primordial spirit. He inclined his head towards Gu Xiechen and said, "Little benefactor, when you arrive, be at ease. We are connected by fate, and in the future, you are destined to enjoy great fortune!"

Sighing toward the heavens in resignation, Gu Wuchen withdrew his divine sense. He watched the Great Reincarnation King charging towards him and let out a chilling laugh: "Great Reincarnation King, you truly have a great connection with him!"

Gripping the Pangu Banner, Gu Wuchen thrust it forward to meet the long saber in the Great Reincarnation King's hand, which shone with a sun-piercing cold light. One strike, two pieces; the Pangu Banner was destroyed.

Gu Xiechen felt as if his heart had been punched, spewing great gouts of blood from his seven orifices. However, the essence, spirit, and vigor that had been enclosed within the Pangu Banner successfully escaped the encirclement of the Chaos Seal and shakily returned to his body.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Wuchen tossed the severed halves of the Pangu Banner towards the Great Reincarnation King: "Congratulations, congratulations! You have a monumental fate with Saint Yuanshi! Hehehehe, you have perished his favored teaching treasure!" The Great Reincarnation King’s face darkened, a shadow of resentment spreading across his previously fierce features. There is nothing in the universe that is eternally undying; within the Three Realms, everything is subject to the impermanence of birth and death.

All Heavenly and Earthly Supreme Treasures, having come into being, must eventually perish; it is merely a matter of when their own moment of annihilation arrives. The Pangu Banner could stabilize the four primal elements and unleash infinite attacks, but its inherent structural integrity was perhaps even less robust than the Monkey King's troublesome staff. Faced with the Great Reincarnation King's long saber, it naturally split in two without the slightest pause.

Such are the matters of the cosmos. The Pangu Banner being severed by the Great Reincarnation King was no different than the Glazed Ewer in the hands of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Though it held infinite mysteries, she never dared use it to strike the Monkey King on the head—simply because the Monkey King's metal staff happened to perfectly counter her porcelain vessel. Now that the Great Reincarnation King had cleaved the Pangu Banner, the karma between him and Yuanshi Tianzun had deepened considerably. Thinking of the myriad troubles that confronting Yuanshi Tianzun would bring, the Great Reincarnation King's eyes reddened, and he roared before lunging toward Gu Wuchen. Apologies, this pig-head still has some lingering business to tidy up; I bought many sundry items today and will return to regular, proper updates in a few days. This chapter is just a placeholder; there will be another one later...