This primordial world is not serious!

Then, the axe sliced down.

This axe blow had no target.

Or rather, the entire universe, past, present, and future, all concepts of existence and non-existence, were its targets.

The axe blade tore through the void, and a gray rift spread with it, devouring light, annihilating law, erasing even the traces of the "Dao" wherever it passed.

Faced with this strike powerful enough to recreate the cosmos, the Primordial Heavenly King did not evade.

He was the Lord of the Yuqing Holy Realm, the first Holy Being to carve existence from non-existence, retreat would be against his Dao.

An immense, boundless Qingyun rose from the Three Flowers above his head, vast as the universe, encompassing all things.

Above the Qingyun, a translucent glazed lamp radiated a gentle and eternal primordial light.

It was the transformation of the Primordial Dao Fruit, known as the "Light of Creation," symbolizing the first "existence" born from absolute nothingness.

The gray axe blade finally touched the halo emitted by the glazed lamp.

No imagined heaven-shattering explosion, no violent clash of energies.

The "existence" and "non-existence" of the entire universe underwent the most fundamental and intense mutual annihilation at this insignificant point of contact.

From the point of contact, an absolute domain of "void" spread outward.

Here, time and space lost their meaning, laws turned into nothingness, and even the thoughts of the observing gods, once touching this domain, would instantly be assimilated into complete "non-existence."

The Qingyun of the Primordial Heavenly King trembled violently, and the light of the glazed lamp flickered for the first time.

Yet, the Heavenly Creation Axe paused only slightly before continuing its unstoppable force, pressing downward.

Pangu True Master's will, through this axe, descended upon his nominally beloved son, a vast natural disaster named "fatherly love."

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound, non-existent in the physical realm, exploded in the depths of all living True Spirits.

The Qingyun of the Primordial Heavenly King, that domain bearing the mysteries of a universe from birth to end, was forcibly split open by the giant axe.

The light of the glazed lamp flashed wildly, letting out an unbearable wail.

For the first time, the figure of the Primordial Heavenly King was shaken, thrown back billions of light years.

The stellar paths he passed, countless evolving galaxies and worlds, were reduced to chaos in the aftermath of the axe's force.

"Your 'primordial,' originates from my 'creation.'

A grand, ancient will, devoid of emotion, echoed across spacetime directly in the Dao Heart of the Primordial Heavenly King.

This was not language but a direct infusion of "Dao," a merciless declaration from source to stream.

The stance of the Primordial Heavenly King stabilized, his expression remained unflurried, but the cycle of life and death in his eyes was in utter chaos.

He extended a finger and gently pointed in the void.

"Infinite generates Taiji, Taiji begets Yin Yang."

He uttered the celestial mandate, and words and laws followed as he began to manipulate the fundamental laws of the universe.

A glimmer of Spiritual Light blossomed from his fingertip, instantly manifesting Yin Yang, Four Symbols, and Eight Diagrams, then morphing into countless innate runes.

These runes interwove to form a "Heavenly Dao" net covering the entire battlefield, attempting to rein the domineering axe force back into order.

This was to confront the "chaos" inherent in "creation" with the "order" born after "creation."

Yet, the God of Chaos raised the axe once more.

This time, His movements carried a decisiveness to sever all cause and effect, to obliterate all legal principles.

The second axe strike swept across.

The axe blade did not follow a physical trajectory but acted directly on the level of the "Great Dao."

The "Heavenly Dao" net that the Primordial Heavenly King had just constructed appeared as fragile as a spider's web before the sweeping axe blow.

The innate runes formed from the most original laws collapsed, disintegrating into primal energy before touching the axe blade.

The strings of the universe were plucked to their tightest pitch at this moment.

In this newly birthed mythical world, the concept of spacetime had long lost its inherent measure.

Light and dark wove into a chaotic brocade here, and the lines of law drifted like broken strings of a qin, aimlessly floating.

All chaos and stillness originated from the two towering existences confronting each other at the center of the battlefield.

Xuanqing, the Primordial Heavenly King, his form was not physical, but a Dao shadow cast from the Other Shore of the boundless River of Time.

Yet, to the Daluo Golden Immortal, who has already attained the Taiyi Dao Fruit and condensed the eternal Immortal True God position, there was no essential difference between the projection and the original body.

As long as this notion does not perish, and this shadow does not scatter, he possesses supreme power equivalent to his true form.

His existence itself is the supreme exposition of the word "primordial," the first coordinate from "nothing" to "existence."

Confronting him was the colossal figure crowned with the title God of Chaos, but within it awakened an older, more fundamental will.

Pangu True Master, this name was not of a living being but a personification of the act of the universe's creation itself.

The giant axe in His hand was not forged of divine gold but the embodiment of the opposing origins of "destruction" and "creation."

The previous confrontation had lasted for an unknown number of instants, each instant longer than a world's life and death.

Xuanqing's "primordial" Great Dao transformed into endless primordial runes, attempting to draw the other into the order he had established.