"Why is it so fragile? It passed out before I even tried."
Pangu rubbed his head, a puzzled expression on his face. He felt that the bull-headed demon god was too weak. Just moments ago, the demon god had seemed formidable, making Pangu believe he had finally encountered a worthy opponent.
Yet, to his surprise, with just a light slap, the bull-headed demon god was sent flying, knocked dizzy, foaming at the mouth, and passed out immediately.
At this moment, Pangu had no true understanding of his own strength. He was unaware that his power far surpassed that of most demon gods. Among them, he was the ultimate embodiment of brute strength, controlling the Dao of Power itself.
Only a demon god like Gu Chuan could truly contend with him. For any other demon god, there was no need for Pangu to even wield the Sky-Opening Axe—a mere slap was enough to reduce them to dust.
The gathered Chaos Demon Gods were left speechless.
Even though they had already known that anyone who could battle the Lord of Chaos City to such an extent must be terrifying, seeing it with their own eyes made them realize they had still underestimated Pangu.
There was no doubt about it—this demon god was a monster beyond comprehension.
After all, if he wasn't, why would the Lord of Chaos City personally invite him to become the Deputy Lord of Chaos City?
"By the way, who's next? Do any of you wish to fight me with your full strength?"
Pangu flashed an honest and cheerful smile.
"N-No, no, no! There's no need for full strength! You should hold back a little when fighting us!"
The Chaos Demon Gods collectively shook their heads and instinctively took a few steps back.
What kind of joke was this?
Had they not just witnessed the fate of the bull-headed demon god? Pangu hadn't even started fighting seriously—he had only gently slapped his opponent. And yet, the result was that the demon god was foaming at the mouth, almost beaten into an idiot.
If Pangu actually fought them seriously, would they even survive?
Just moments ago, they had been furious, thinking that Pangu holding back was an insult. But now, they realized—it wasn't an insult at all.
They had simply overestimated their own strength.
Realizing this truth, they felt even more humiliated. Why was the gap between demon gods so immense? It was completely unreasonable!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
And so, Pangu proceeded to battle many Chaos Demon Gods. Even while using just one ten-thousandth of his strength, he easily overpowered them.
It didn't matter if they had attained the Dao or comprehended primordial laws. Against Pangu's raw might, they were beaten senseless, their heads smashed, their consciousness flickering between life and death.
At the same time, deep within the Central Dojo, Gu Chuan observed the scene through Divine Sense.
"This guy…"
Gu Chuan shook his head helplessly. Pangu was simply bullying rookies.
With his mastery over eighty-one Dao Laws, even if he only used one ten-thousandth of his power, the battle was still no different from a father disciplining his son.
There was no competition.
Yet, despite this, Gu Chuan noticed something intriguing—Pangu's strength was visibly increasing at an astonishing rate.
This was Pangu's unique cultivation method—he comprehended the primordial laws of chaos through battle.
In truth, Pangu was the purest warrior, relying on sheer brute force to shatter all techniques. He never sought complexity—his battle instincts were peerless, and he could breakthrough while fighting.
Such a talent was monstrous.
In the past, while staying among the Chaos Green Lotus, Pangu had merely studied the Three Thousand Dao from the Good Fortune Jade Plate.
However, this approach buried his true potential.
Pangu was not the type of demon god who could sit and study for long periods. If he tried, his progress would be agonizingly slow.
But in battle?
He could instantly absorb his opponent's martial arts, comprehend their primordial laws, and grow stronger at a terrifying pace.
It was similar to Son Goku from the Dragon Ball World—his brain might be all muscle, but when it came to combat, he could learn instantly, breaking through in battle. The more he fought, the stronger he became.
Pangu possessed a similar talent, something completely unique.
Thus, as Pangu continued fighting the Chaos Demon Gods, he rapidly absorbed their techniques. His progress was far greater than when he was meditating in the Chaos Green Lotus.
On the other hand, Gu Chuan's strength lay elsewhere.
Unlike Pangu, he was akin to a mage among demon gods, relying on supernatural abilities, divine spells, and precise strategies to achieve victory.
In contrast to Pangu's overwhelming brute force, Gu Chuan employed wisdom and technique to manipulate the laws of reality.
The two were fundamentally different types of Chaos Demon Gods.
At that moment, Gu Chuan turned his attention to an item in his possession—the Good Fortune Jade Plate.
"The Good Fortune Jade Plate…"
Gu Chuan held the jade plate in his hand. It was a brilliant blue, round in shape, radiating an aura of unfathomable mystery.
The next instant, his Divine Sense penetrated into the jade plate.
Suddenly, his consciousness was pulled into a boundless void.
Within this empty space, three thousand stars shimmered like celestial bodies.
But these were not ordinary stars.
Each one was a Dao Star, condensed from the Three Thousand Dao Laws stored within the jade plate.
Each emitted a profound, otherworldly aura.
"Hmm…?"
As Gu Chuan's Divine Sense approached one of these Dao Stars, he immediately sensed something—a book existed within it.
This was no ordinary book.
It was a scripture—one of the Three Thousand Dao Scriptures.
These scriptures radiated a dazzling light, resonating with the fabric of existence itself. They contained an endless flood of knowledge, a torrent of wisdom that could drown the mind of any demon god.
"So this is the Three Thousand Dao…"
Gu Chuan was awestruck.
Each of these scriptures embodied a single Dao, representing the core truths of the Chaos Source.
While each was immensely difficult to comprehend, they illuminated the essence of the Dao, serving as a guiding light for those who sought the truth.
Cultivation was akin to wandering through a dark void.
The path was uncertain.
The distance was unknown.
The destination was unclear.
One might walk for eternity without knowing whether they were going the right way or if there was even an end at all.
That was the reality of seeking the Dao—a journey through endless uncertainty.
And that was what made the Good Fortune Jade Plate so priceless.
It was a beacon in the darkness, dispelling confusion and revealing the way forward.
"I understand now."
Gu Chuan's eyes gleamed with realization.
Using the Chaos Eight Trigrams Technique, he began deciphering the Dao Scriptures one by one, continuously deducing their truths.
As he did so, he gradually comprehended the primordial laws hidden within them, taking his first step toward integrating them into his own path.