Besides that,
the girls around him also stepped into the Earth Immortal realm one after another, which made Ian Song feel quite gratified.
And as for the newly recruited guards, servants, and maids in the estate, they were all extremely diligent and responsible. After all, this was a job worth cherishing—if you got fired, you'd really lose out. So everyone worked hard, and not a single person tried to slack off.
The next day,
Ian gave his women a few brief instructions, then entered the Divine Temple.
He spent two hours refining two hundred Peak-grade Immortal King Pills, then tossed one into his mouth and started cultivating.
One day!
Two days!
Five days!
Ten days!
On the nineteenth day, after absorbing one hundred and eighty Peak-grade Immortal King Pills, Ian's cultivation advanced to late-stage Golden Immortal.
At that moment, Ian suddenly realized he was no longer in the Divine Temple's cultivation room.
Instead, he found himself in a realm of primordial chaos.
There was no light, no air, no spiritual qi, no immortal essence, no sound, and no other living being.
It was as if in this boundless chaos, he was the only one present.
Moreover, he was in a state of sleep—no matter how hard he tried, he could not open his eyes.
Wait, this isn't my body!
Then Ian realized his body was unimaginably huge—at least hundreds of thousands of zhang tall.
Could it be...?
Suddenly, a flash of insight struck Ian—he had become Pangu! It must be that his breakthrough to late-stage Golden Immortal triggered the inheritance in his Pangu Bloodline, transforming him into Pangu.
Inhale! Exhale!
Sleeping within chaos, Pangu unconsciously absorbed chaos qi. As this chaos qi entered his body, Pangu's form grew ever stronger.
Day after day.
Year after year.
Even Ian had no idea how many years Pangu slept within the chaos before finally awakening.
He seemed dissatisfied, even repulsed by his surroundings, then grabbed a giant axe beside him and hacked heavily at the chaos before him.
This chop was simple and direct, yet contained an indescribable Dao-rhyme.
This scene of Pangu splitting chaos etched itself deeply into Ian's mind. Unfortunately, he currently had no body, so could only contemplate and comprehend it in his heart, unable to practice it himself.
The power of Pangu's axe was immense, instantly splitting the chaos into upper and lower halves.
But soon, the divided chaos merged back together.
Pangu was dissatisfied, and again swung his giant axe with force. This chop, too, was simple and direct, yet carried another indescribable Dao-rhyme.
Pangu then swung his axe dozens of times in succession. Each time, Ian imprinted Pangu's movements deeply into his mind, repeatedly rehearsing them in his sea of consciousness.
After dozens of swings, chaos was split into two halves, but they still tried to draw together. Seeing this, Pangu frowned thoughtfully.
Next, he exhaled a breath of fire, constantly burning the upper chaos, making it lighter so it floated upward instead of sinking.
Seeing this, Ian was puzzled—wasn't the myth that Pangu held up the sky and trod the earth so heaven and earth could not reunite?
It seems the legends are distorted; maybe Pangu never died!
Wait!
Ian suddenly remembered—the myths also mention the Three Thousand Demon Gods, born from chaos, who have not yet appeared. For a moment, Ian felt uneasy.
At that moment, Pangu exhaled a breath of black qi.
Wherever the black qi passed, the lower chaos began to condense, growing heavier and sinking downward.
Seeing this, Ian's eyes lit up—if things continued like this, it wouldn't be long before heaven and earth were forever separated.
But something happened to worry Ian—not the arrival of the Three Thousand Demon Gods, but rather that Pangu's constant exhalation of fire and black qi was greatly draining him. Ian could clearly sense his growing weakness.
Thus, tens of thousands of years passed.
Pangu had become extremely frail, while heaven and earth had fully taken shape—mountains, rivers, and living beings began to appear in this world.
Just as creation was about to succeed, the Three Thousand Demon Gods appeared.
They launched a frenzied assault on Pangu, but Pangu was completely unafraid, wielding the Pangu Axe and continually beating them back.
But the Three Thousand Demon Gods were determined to kill Pangu; although they were repelled again and again, they never considered retreating.
This enraged Pangu.
The Pangu Axe traced a mysterious arc; with one slash, he killed three hundred Demon Gods.
Seeing this, Ian was deeply amazed—even after spending over ninety percent of his strength on creation, Pangu was still far stronger than the Three Thousand Demon Gods, on a completely different level. At his peak, the Demon Gods wouldn't even be worthy to carry his shoes.
The death of three hundred Demon Gods did not discourage the survivors; instead, they grew even more frenzied.
Eventually, after tens of thousands of years of battle, only a few dozen Demon Gods remained, all badly wounded.
Though Pangu was covered in wounds, he still had strength to fight.
So, the remaining Demon Gods fled. Ian paid special attention: among those who escaped was Cain, progenitor of the Vampire Clan.
The remaining Demon Gods fled.
Pangu, however, became unimaginably exhausted. But creation still lacked its final step—at that moment, his body suddenly disintegrated, transforming into all things, and a complete world emerged.
Seeing this, Ian was overwhelmed with sorrow and couldn't help but shed tears.
But in the next instant, Ian found himself back in the Divine Temple's cultivation room, with the Primordial Chaos Body and Heaven-Opening Axe inheritances imprinted in his mind.
Still immersed in the sorrow of Pangu's sacrifice, Ian did not immediately examine these two arts.
He simply fell asleep.
No one knew how long Ian slept before he slowly awoke, his mood returning to normal.
With a thought, the cultivation method for the Primordial Chaos Body appeared in his mind. Chaos is both the beginning and the end of life, so it can evolve into all forms of power and law.
Conversely, that means all things in the world can be transformed into chaos.
Crack, crack, crack!
In the next moment, countless immortal stones shattered, surrounding Ian with surging immortal qi. He began to operate the Primordial Chaos Body cultivation technique.
Instantly, his body became a terrifying black hole, absorbing all the surrounding immortal essence into himself.
In just a few breaths, he absorbed all the immortal essence produced by tens of thousands of immortal stones.
What an insane absorption rate! Ian was shocked. Even more surprising, so many immortal stones still couldn't produce a single trace of chaos qi.
Again!
This time, Ian shattered a million immortal stones at once. The terrifying immortal essence nearly filled the cultivation room, so dense it almost turned liquid.
Inhale! Exhale!
Ian instinctively followed Pangu's breathing rhythm to operate the Primordial Chaos Body. His absorption rate grew even more terrifying—within five breaths, he had drained all the immortal essence from a million immortal stones.
But to his surprise, it still wasn't enough to condense a single trace of chaos qi.