Primordial Era: Exceptional Comprehension, Destroying Buzhou Mountain at the Start

Chapter 177 Chaotic Terror, Slaughtering Through the Primordial World, Nine Levels of Primordial Chaos, Fragmented Memories

Seeing this, Di Qing immediately protected Xuan Ming, fearing something might happen. Then, the head and eyes in his sight began to emit a peculiar light.

The head was indistinct, with only a few fragments of flesh and bone remaining, and an eyeball.

Now, these eyes emitted a special light and Daoist charm, and suddenly they turned.

This sudden change instantly stirred Di Qing's instincts, and a sense of danger arose: "Be careful, this thing might still be alive."

Seeing the eyes moving within the broken skull, not only Di Qing, but also Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong were startled.

From its movable eyes, light burst forth, revealing a blurry, indistinct phantom. Intertwined with the Great Dao of Ice, a body of ice crystal emerged: "After endless years of waiting, I have finally seen living beings. I never expected that those who have come are of my own kind."

Those words, seemingly echoing from the long river of time, or like a chilling voice emanating from endless solitude, reached the ears of Di Qing and his companions, instantly causing a chill to resound in Di Qing's heart.

Di Qing's expression was solemn, but he quickly calmed down: "You say we are of the same race? Could it be that you are also a member of the Witch Clan? But..."

"The Witch Clan? I don't know! I am from the Pangu Clan, a descendant of the Great God Pangu, with the blood of the Great God Pangu flowing through my veins. And isn't your bloodline the same?" The unknown figure spoke in a voice that made Di Qing even more puzzled.

Di Qing was puzzled, his eyes darting around, searching his memory. But in Di Qing's knowledge, there was no concept of the Pangu Clan at all.

"The Pangu Clan? I've never heard of them before?" Di Qing asked, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Never heard of them? Perhaps it's because of the passage of time that the Pangu Clan disappeared long ago in the primordial era. However, the Pangu Clan was formed from the blood of the Great God Pangu, so if they perished, they probably dissolved into the primordial land." The voice came again.

"Formed from the blood of Father Pangu? That's quite interesting. Our Wu Clan is formed from the essence and blood of Father Pangu!" Di Qing had calmed down by now. Although he was still wary, he had no difficulty communicating with this ancient being.

"Transformed from essence and blood? So you are the descendants of Pangu from the core of Buzhou Mountain. I didn't expect that you descendants would also take human form. It seems that we have truly reached the final moment. Even you have no choice but to come out." The increasingly perplexing words, and the meaning they were trying to convey, filled Di Qing with even more doubts.

"The final moment? Having no choice but to step out? What do you mean by that, ancient senior?" Di Qing asked in return.

"Um, let me think about it!" The ancient being hesitated, lost in thought. After a long while, it sighed, "I don't remember. My memory is severely fragmented; these things are completely absent from my remaining recollections. Therefore, I cannot answer you."

"Furthermore, my time here is running out. So, taking this opportunity, I'll keep it brief and tell you some things. This is also the value I have left here."

"At the end of the primordial beach lies great danger and terror. Those who venture there should not rush to the end, but should accumulate greater strength within the endless primordial beach before embarking on the final journey."

"Furthermore, there are traitors among all living beings; one must be careful."

The ancient, weathered presence spoke of incomprehensible doubts and unfathomable secrets. Such mystery filled Xuanming and Zhurong with bewilderment.

What is this desolate beach? What is the end of the beach? What is this great terror? And who is this traitor?

Strange, really strange.

Xuanming's cautious gaze held even more doubt: "Senior, what is the Primordial Beach? What is a traitor? What...?"

Xuanming's doubts filled this vast land. The ancient being, its azure eyes darting about, was equally lost in thought, finally saying, "I don't remember. It seems that when I rushed out of the primordial beach, I suffered some grievous injury, a powerful force that blasted me from the edge of the beach into the endless primordial wilderness, across the chaotic dam, and finally into the primordial land. The rest, I don't remember. I've forgotten it all. I, I…"

The seemingly nonsensical words carried an even more terrifying message. Neither Xuanming nor Zhurong could understand what the ancient being before them was saying.

But only Di Qing knew exactly what this was. Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong didn't know about the Primordial Beach and the Chaos Dam, but Di Qing did.

Di Qing had even visited the Chaos Dam and spoken with Yang Mei. He also knew what the Primordial Beach meant.

But now, the incomplete information spoken by this ancient being carries a great terror.

At the end of the desolate beach lies a great terror? What is this terror? Is it an enemy, a chaotic trap, or some special restriction? Of course, it could also be the terror of chaos itself.

But according to this unknown ancient elder, he was thrown from the edge of the primordial beach into the primordial wilderness. This means that this great terror might be an enemy.

An enemy from the chaos, with overwhelming power, struck down a powerful figure—whose mere remnants could freeze the entire north—from the edge of the primordial beach into the primordial wilderness.

What terrifying power this is! After all, this is the endless primordial wilderness that spans the primordial sands, the interception of the chaotic dam, and the repulsion from within the primordial wilderness itself. Even falling into the primordial land wasn't enough. The remaining power permeated the earth, suppressing ancient beings within the ley lines.

Horrible, absolutely terrifying.

At this moment, Di Qing felt an indescribable horror and a heavy heart: "Just what kind of terror, what kind of existence, could possibly be capable of doing all this?"

Di Qing murmured to himself, but didn't say it aloud. Di Qing didn't want Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong to know these things.

After all, they were not invincible in the primordial world, yet they had already reached the level of chaos, which was somewhat lacking.

However, all of this piled up in Di Qing's heart, making him feel heavy and extremely complicated.

After briefly processing this information, Di Qing asked, "What else do you remember, senior?"

"That's all. All I have left are these memories, this information. Remember, at the end of the Primordial Beach lies great terror, within the Primordial Beach lies a traitor. Remember these, you must remember these. Otherwise, otherwise what, then…" The ancient being growled again, its voice bitter: "Memories are incomplete, this is all I know. Remember the terror, remember the traitor…"

For a moment, this ancient being fell into a state of delirious madness. All it felt was terror, all it felt was betrayal.

To be able to beat an ancient powerhouse who had traversed the primordial sands and was preparing to rush into chaos into this state is simply terrifying.

The remaining head, eyes, and traces of the Great Dao are estimated to represent a small portion of this ancient powerhouse's cultivation. Yet, even this small amount of cultivation caused the northern region to freeze, and the freezing continues unabated.

Just how powerful is the pinnacle of this ancient existence?

(End of this chapter)