chsdbacks Chapter 337 Pangu's True Blood
Chapter 337 Pangu's True Blood
Su Fan stood on the city wall, his eyes open, but there was no light.
His finger twitched.
It wasn't an unconscious twitch; it was a real movement.
Sun Wukong was the first to see it.
He rushed up to Su Fan and stared at Su Fan's fingers.
The finger twitched again, and then the whole hand clenched into a fist.
"Boy!" Sun Wukong roared.
Yuanshi Tianzun rushed over and placed his hand on Su Fan's forehead.
A bluish light shone, illuminating Su Fan's body.
The face of the Primordial Celestial Venerable changed from ashen to shocked.
"His spirit... has returned..."
The Tongtian Sect Leader also rushed over, holding his broken sword horizontally in front of him, staring into Su Fan's eyes.
Those eyes were still empty, devoid of light.
But something was swirling in his eyes, a faint golden light, like a candle about to go out.
Laozi squeezed through the crowd, took out a pill from his robes, and stuffed it into Su Fan's mouth.
As the pill entered his throat, Su Fan's throat moved slightly.
Golden light traveled down from his throat, through his chest, and into his dantian.
The gray ball of light in his dantian, which had already gone out, lit up again.
Su Fan closed his eyes.
Then it opened its eyes again.
This time, there was light in his eyes.
It wasn't golden light, it was black light, like two black flames burning in the pupils.
Sun Wukong was startled by the two balls of black fire and took a step back.
"Kid, you..."
Su Fan spoke up.
His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper grinding against a stone.
"I'm fine."
He looked down at his hands.
Both arms were still broken, the bones protruding from the flesh, stark white.
But black light was crawling on the bones. Wherever the black light touched, the bones healed, granulation tissue grew, and the skin was re-covered.
Three breaths later, the two arms were reattached.
He looked down at his chest.
The scorched skin on his chest from the red firestone was peeling off, revealing new skin underneath, as white as paper.
He moved his fingers; the bones cracked, but he could move them.
Yuanshi Tianzun stared at him, his blue eyes filled with shock.
"Your soul clearly merged with the Heavenly Dao, so how did you return?"
Su Fan did not answer.
He can't say.
Just now, when he had only a sliver of consciousness left, a panel appeared in front of him.
He was very familiar with that panel—the system panel.
A line of text popped up on the panel: Popularity Value Balance: 987,654,321.
Below is a list of products.
The first one is called "Heavenly Creation Pill", priced at 987,654,321.
That was exactly all of his remaining balance.
He clicked "buy".
Then he came back.
Yuanshi Tianzun was still waiting for his answer.
Su Fan looked into Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes and said something.
"Heaven will not accept me."
Yuanshi Tianzun paused for a moment and did not ask any further questions.
He knew Su Fan wasn't telling the truth, but he knew he wouldn't get an answer from him.
Su Fan turned around and looked at the crack in the sky.
The enormous head is still inside the crack.
Typhon.
The father of the gods in Greek mythology.
The son of the corpse from the Chaos Realm.
Typhon was also watching him.
Those blood-red vertical pupils stared at Su Fan, like two snakes swimming.
"Your soul merged with the Heavenly Dao, and now it's back?"
Typhon's voice was like thunder, shaking the city walls of Nantianmen.
"Interesting. In all my years of life, this is the first time I've seen someone who can crawl out of the Heavenly Dao."
He reached his hand into the crack, grabbed the edge of the crack with his five fingers, and pried it open with force.
The crack widened by another ten feet.
His shoulders were exposed.
Its shoulders were covered in dark gold scales, with coarse black hair growing between the scales, like wire.
Yuanshi Tianzun stepped forward, blocking Su Fan's path.
"No matter who you are, the primordial world is not a place you can come and go as you please."
He struck out with his palm, a blue light like a rainbow, aiming straight for Typhon's head.
Typhon neither dodged nor evaded.
The palm print slammed into his face, shattering three scales, and black blood seeped from the cracks.
But his head didn't move at all.
He looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, a hint of mockery flashing in his blood-red eyes.
"Eighth level of the Dao Realm? Is that all the strength you've got?"
He opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of black flame.
Flames engulfed the sky, hotter than the lava in the crater of the Southern Wilderness.
Unable to dodge, Yuanshi Tianzun crossed his arms in front of him.
The flames struck him, boom—!!!
He was sent flying backwards and crashed into the city wall, causing a large section of the wall to collapse.
Half of his Taoist robe was burned away, and his exposed skin was covered in blisters.
The Tongtian Sect Leader rushed forward, his broken sword unleashing a streak of azure light.
The sword flashed and struck Typhon's neck, shattering five scales and spurting out black blood.
Typhon, in pain, roared and slapped Tongtian Jiaozhu.
The palm prints were as thick as mountains, obscuring the sky and the sun.
The Tongtian Sect Leader was slapped away, crashed to the ground, and slid dozens of feet away.
Di Jun charged forward, Donghuang Taiyi charged forward, Fuxi charged forward, Zhuanxu charged forward, Bodhi Patriarch charged forward, and Yang Jian charged forward.
Everyone acted together.
Sword light, knife light, Buddha light, demon light—all sorts of lights bombarded Typhon's head.
The scales shattered one by one, and black blood fell like rain.
But Typhon's head is still there, his mouth is still there, and his eyes are still there.
When the light faded, Typhon's face was covered in blood, half of his scales were broken, revealing the black flesh beneath.
But he smiled.
"this one?"
He swept out with his palm, and everyone was sent flying backward.
Ten thousand and fifty men couldn't defeat Typhon.
Typhon is far superior to Chaos.
Chaos is at the peak of the seventh level of the Chaos Realm, while Typhon's aura indicates he is at least at the eighth level of the Chaos Realm.
Su Fan stood on the city wall, looking at Typhon, pondering in his mind.
His current strength is at the peak of the fifth level of the Dao Realm, which is three major realms below the eighth level of the Chaos Realm.
We can't beat them.
But he has a system.
He opened the system panel and glanced at his popularity points balance.
zero.
I just bought Heavenly Creation Pills and used up all my popularity points.
He can't buy anything now.
Typhon is tearing the cracks open again.
The crack had been stretched to ten zhang wide, exposing his entire upper body.
His body was larger than his head, covered in dark golden scales, and had two rows of bone spikes on his back, each spike being a hundred feet long.
He has six fingers on both hands and six toes on both feet, and each fingernail is like a scimitar.
There was a hole in his chest, not very big, about the size of a fist, and black blood was oozing out of it.
That hole was dug by Pangu.
Pangu's palm strike created a hole in Chaos and also created a hole in Typhon.
But Typhon didn't die, and he wasn't even seriously injured.
Su Fan stared at the hole, a thought flashing through his mind.
The fact that Pangu could pierce Typhon's chest shows that Typhon's body was not invincible.
That hole is a weak point.
But he couldn't hit it.
He couldn't fly to Typhon's chest because Typhon's upper body was still outside the crack; only his head and shoulders were inside.
To get to that hole, we have to wait for Typhon to squeeze in completely.
Once Typhon squeezes in, the Primordial World will be finished.
Su Fan took a deep breath, walked to the city wall, and called out to Typhon.
"Typhon!"
Typhon looked down at him, a hint of impatience flashing in his blood-red vertical pupils.
"You, a mere fifth-level Dao Realm cultivator, dare to address me by my name?"
Su Fan said, "Your father is dead. His body in the Chaos Realm has already rotted. Did you come to the Primordial World to avenge your father, or to escape?"
Typhon's expression changed.
His eyes changed from blood red to black, and his pupils changed from vertical to horizontal.
"What did you say?"
Su Fan said, "The corpses in the Chaos Realm are rotting and shrinking. You maggots can't stay any longer, so you're running away. Chaos ran away first, and he died. You ran later, but you can't escape either."
Typhon stared at Su Fan, his dark eyes filled with a murderous intent so intense it seemed almost tangible.
"I am not a maggot. I am the father of all gods, the source of Greek mythology. The corpse of the Chaos Realm is my father. The corpse split open by Pangu is my father. How dare you, a mere ant, insult me?"
Su Fan smiled.
"The father of the gods? The origin of Greek mythology? Then why don't you go and collect his body when your father dies?"
Typhon's mouth opened.
It wasn't talking, it was breathing fire.
Black flames spewed from his mouth, covering the sky and earth, ten times stronger than the one he had just used on Yuanshi Tianzun.
Su Fan neither dodged nor evaded.
He took something out of his pocket.
It's not the Investiture of the Gods; the Investiture of the Gods has already been integrated into the Heavenly Dao.
It's not the Five-Colored Stone; the Five-Colored Stone is embedded in Buzhou Mountain.
It wasn't a fragment of a corpse; the fragment's power had been used up.
He pulled out a jade talisman.
The jade talisman that Hunyuan gave him.
The jade talisman was engraved with a single character—混 (hùn).
He crushed the jade talisman.
The jade talisman exploded, turning into a gray light.
The gray light collided with the black flames, BOOM—!!!
The flames shattered, and the gray light shattered as well.
Su Fan stood there, his hands mangled and bloody from the explosion, but he remained standing.
Typhon stared at the gray light, a flicker of shock crossing his dark eyes.
"Hun Yuan? That old bastard isn't dead yet?"
Su Fan said, "He's dead. But what he left behind can still be used once more."
Typhon paused for a moment.
Then he laughed.
"Once? What can you do with just once?"
He opened his mouth again, and another mouthful of black fire came out.
Su Fan has no more jade talismans.
But he has other things.
He opened the system panel, and his popularity points balance was still zero.
However, there is one item in the product list that is grayed out. It doesn't mean it can't be bought; it means the price is hidden.
That thing is called "Pangu's True Blood".
Su Fan nodded.
A line of text popped up on the panel: Pangu True Blood, Price—100 Billion Popularity Points
Su Fan was stunned for a moment.
100 million?
Another line of text popped up on the panel: Loans available.
Su Fan fell silent, looking at Typhon.
Typhon's black fire had already spewed out, the black flames rushing towards him like a dragon.
Su Fan clicked "buy".
"Congratulations, host, your loan has been successfully granted. Pangu's True Blood has been distributed."
The panel disappeared.
His chest lit up.
It wasn't golden light, it was blue light.
A blue light surged from his chest, like a blue dragon, crashing into the black flames.
boom--!!!
The entire South Heavenly Gate was trembling.
The black flames shattered, and the blue light shattered as well.
But there is still light in Su Fan's heart.
The blue light grew brighter and stronger.
His body began to change.
Blue scales grew on its skin, each scale bearing golden patterns.
His fingers grew longer, and his nails became sharp, like claws.
His eyes turned blue, and his pupils turned gold.
His aura began to surge.
Peak of the fifth level of the Dao Realm, sixth level, peak of the sixth level, seventh level.
Seventh level of peak.
Yuanshi Tianzun crawled out of the ruins, looked at Su Fan, and his expression changed drastically.
"Pangu's true blood... He used Pangu's true blood..."
Sun Wukong also crawled out, covered in blood, but his eyes were very bright.
"Kid..."
Su Fan looked down at his hands.
The hands were no longer hands, but claws, with bluish scales covering the wrists and nails like scimitars.
He looked up at Typhon.
Typhon was also watching him.
"Pangu's true blood? You've fused Pangu's blood into your own body?"
Su Fan didn't speak.
He took a step forward, and a burst of blue light exploded beneath his feet.
He shot towards Typhon like an arrow.
Typhon opened his mouth, and black fire spewed out.
Su Fan didn't dodge, but punched the black fire.
The black fire was smashed.
He charged through the black fire and punched Typhon in the face.
The fist was enveloped in a blue light, which illuminated the entire sky.
Typhon's face was smashed to one side, a large piece of his scales shattered, and black blood gushed from the crack.
He screamed and released his grip from the edge of the crack to grab Su Fan.
Su Fan dodged and kicked Typhon in the neck.
With a snap, Typhon's neck twisted to the side.
It's not broken, it's crooked.
His neck was harder than iron; Su Fan's kick only bent one bone.
But that's enough.
Su Fan grabbed the scales on Typhon's neck and flipped over to straddle his neck.
He raised his right fist, and a bright blue light shone from it, as bright as a blue sun.
He punched Typhon on the head.
Typhon's head sank down, and all the scales on his head shattered, revealing the skull underneath.
There is a crack on the skull.
Su Fan threw another punch.
The crack widened.
The third punch cracked open the skull, from which black blood gushed out.
Typhon struggled desperately, flailing his arms wildly, causing pieces of the South Heaven Gate city wall to crumble down.
But Su Fan straddled his neck, anchoring him like a nail.
The fourth punch, the fifth punch, the sixth punch.
Every punch landed on the same crack.
The cracks grew larger and larger, and more and more black blood gushed out.
The seventh punch shattered his skull.
Su Fan reached into Typhon's head and grabbed something.
It was a black bead, about the size of a fist, with golden patterns on its surface.
Typhon's divinity.
Su Fan pulled the divine spark out of Typhon's head.
Typhon's body stiffened.
His hand froze in mid-air, and his blood-red eyes slowly closed.
His body began to dissipate, starting from the top of his head, gradually turning into black specks of light.
The specks of light drifted in the air, like black snow.
Su Fan jumped off Typhon's neck and landed on the ground.
He held the black divine spark in his hand.
The divine essence pulsed in his palm like a heart.
His body began to return to normal.
The blue scales faded, the claws turned back into fingers, and the eyes changed from blue back to black.
His aura dropped from the peak of the seventh level of the Dao Realm back to the peak of the fifth level.
The power of Pangu's true blood has been used up.
He knelt on one knee, panting heavily.
Sun Wukong rushed over and caught him.
"Kid, you..."
Su Fan smiled.
"I'm fine."
He looked at the black divine essence in his hand.
The divine essence was still pulsating, one powerful pulsation after another.
Yuanshi Tianzun walked over, looked at the divine spark, and had a complicated expression.
"This is Typhon's divinity. The source of Greek mythology, the father of the gods. His divinity contains the full power of Greek mythology."
Su Fan tucked the divine essence into his robes.
"Keep it; it might come in handy later."
He stood up and looked at the crack in the sky.
Typhon is dead, but the rift remains.
The rift did not close because Typhon did not come from the Chaos Realm; he came from another place.
That place is farther and more ancient than the Chaos Realm.
Su Fan stared at the crack; something was moving inside it.
It's not Typhon, it's something else.
That thing was smaller than Typhon, but its aura was stronger.
Yuanshi Tianzun also sensed it.
His face turned pale.
"There's more stuff coming over."
Su Fan clenched his fist.
"One comes, one is killed."