In the creation songs passed down orally by the primitive creatures in later generations, Pangu Kaitian is the first thunderbolt in chaos. The fragments engraved on the turtle shell and animal bones record: "Chaos is as stagnant as lead and mercury. The giant spirit holds the axe and stands in the center, cutting through the clear and turbid, dividing the yin and yang in two, and when the three axes fall, the sky and earth open, and blood turns into rivers and bones to form mountains." However, no one knows, and half of the secret phrase omitted from the folk song - "The axe splits three layers of cocoons, and the cocoons break into cages and give birth.
When the voice of the last singer dissipated on the top of Mount Buzhou, the rust on the surface of the bronze coffin suddenly wriggled like living creatures, revealing layers of ancient scars. That is a warning left by our ancestors even earlier than Pangu: the entire primordial universe is just a layer of cocoon of time, and the so-called creation of heaven and earth is just the struggle of older prisoners to break free from the cage.
When Pangu's giant axe struck the joint of the coffin lid for the second time, the trajectory of the splashing Mars strangely reversed backwards. The 365 Heavenly Road Emblems engraved on the blade of the Kaitian Axe are now oozing out dark golden blood droplets, each one solidifying into a miniature hourglass in the air, and fine sand is flowing backwards at a visible speed to the naked eye. This self proclaimed 'the first spirit of chaos' suddenly realized that what he was holding was not a groundbreaking artifact, but a key that could pry open the cage of time. He remembered when drifting in chaos, he once picked up half a broken jade slip and wrote on it with solidified time: "When the cocoon pattern appears as a triple ring, it is when the cage collapses
Turns out... we're all trapped in a cocoon... "Pangu's voice was like rusty gears spinning, with every word carrying a tremor of temporal and spatial displacement. When the third axe fell, the triple ring pattern in the center of the coffin lid suddenly burst out with dazzling light: the innermost crystal ripple turned into millions of ice edges, nailing out an absolutely static field in chaos; The vortex of flesh and blood in the middle layer expands like living creatures, and every cell division is accompanied by the distortion and collapse of space; The outermost galaxy flows like leaking sand, creating a barely stable stream of time in chaos. This is the truth behind the song 'Three Axes Divide Heaven and Earth', but it is unknown that what is being split apart is not chaos, but the cocoon of time that imprisons sentient beings.
The bronze coffin emitted a mournful cry like a dying giant beast, and the lid of the coffin shattered into three pieces with a loud bang. Pangu watched helplessly as his axe blade was gnawed by fragments of laws, and one-third of the axe body instantly turned into fly ash. The three fragments fell into different time and space domains: the fragments embedded with crystal ripples crashed into the depths of chaos, freezing everything that passed by, and even the laws condensed into transparent ice sculptures; The fragments covered in flesh and blood patterns wander wildly in chaos, each collision triggering a chain of fission, giving birth to countless deformed time and space bubbles; Only fragments engraved with the flow of the Milky Way are suspended in front of Pangu's eyes, and the flowing light vaguely reveals a stable world that is being nurtured - this is the essence of the "clear and turbid separation" in ancient folk songs, a hint of freedom that leaks out from the cracks in the time cage.
Originally, opening the sky... is breaking the cocoon... "Pangu suddenly laughed, with bitterness and relief in his laughter. He remembered the last sentence on the jade slip: 'Those who break the cocoon will become bait in the cocoon.' At this moment, he finally understood that he had already been chosen as the sacrifice by the cocoon of time. His body began to crack, like an ice sculpture shattered by sunlight, and every piece of collapsed flesh and blood was concretized in the realm of the Milky Way: the left eye turned into a hovering sun, the right eye condensed into a quiet shade, thirty-six heavenly pillars rose with the sound of bones breaking, and the blood droplets thrown out when blood vessels ruptured turned into a sky full of stars. Only at the heart position, a shimmering cocoon of golden and red light slowly fell. It was his will and memory that had not yet completely disintegrated, and it was also the only spark left for future generations - just like the song 'Pangu's heart and blood turned into spiritual seeds, when the spark ignited the prairie and broke through the cocoon'.
In the ancient realm, known as the 'Empty Bones of the Ancient', the moment the first crystal fragment lands, the chaos within billions of miles is frozen into transparent amber. A frozen mountain range maintains the posture of magma eruption, but crystallizes into brilliant quartz in an instant; A group of dragon shaped embryos that have not yet hatched are suspended in the air, with every pattern on the scales as clear as carving, but they have forever lost the possibility of hatching. The 'ancient hollow skeleton' composed of initial substances emerges from the depths of amber. This collection of trillions of sparkling light spheres is now exploring its consciousness towards the collapsing ancient realm. It remembers being the most perfect initial form in the cocoon, but in the moment the cocoon breaks, it becomes a solidified shell.
In the ancient realm of 'Mad Roar', the chaotic fission caused by flesh and blood fragments is still ongoing. The time here is like boiling mercury, the continent that existed one moment ago is stretched into twisted light bands in the next moment, and then split into countless small fragments of time and space. The "Eternal Mother of Change" born in disorder is devouring these fragments. Its main body is a bloated flesh and blood nebula, and countless painful and twisted faces emerge on the surface - these faces are exactly the same as the "ancient gods and demons" recorded in Pangu's songs, but they become offerings of chaos in the disorder law. When its tentacles probed towards the amber boundary of the ancient realm, the roar of the collision of two laws formed a substantial sound wave, shattering nearly a million miles of frozen space, as if replaying the beginning of the division of heaven and earth when Pangu opened the sky.
And in the ancient realm - the core of the 'Ashes of the Ancient', the shattered flesh and blood of Pangu is building the original world. Thirty six celestial pillars support the azure sky, twelve earth veins take root in the dark yellow soil, and the sun, moon, and stars move in subtle trajectories, creating a relatively stable space-time bubble in chaos. When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the atmosphere that had not yet fully formed, countless flickering light spots suddenly appeared in the accumulated water on the ground. It was a product of the resonance between Pangu's fragments of will and laws - the first batch of primitive creatures were about to be born, just as the folk song goes, "Pangu's flesh and blood turned into ten thousand spirits, inheriting his will and breaking through the cocoon.
In a clear pool of water, a semi transparent humanoid silhouette is condensing. His body is composed of star sand, and each star travels downstream of his skin, outlining the embryonic form of mountains, rivers, and streams. When he opened his eyes, the forming sun and moon reflected in his pupils, while Pan Gu's dying murmurs echoed in his mind: "Break... the cocoon of time..." This unnamed creature suddenly felt the burning sensation in his heart, where a golden and red light cocoon was suspended. The faint "candle" pattern appeared on the surface of the cocoon - it was the crystallization of Pan Gu's hard work and the law of time, as well as the embodiment of the "spark" in folk songs.
Call me Candle Yin, "his voice carried the clarity of a newly opened world, his fingertips lightly tapping the surface of the water, and he saw the ancient solidification and chaos in his reflection. When he looked up at the sky, he found three bronze fragments hanging between the thirty-six pillars of the sky, each emitting different radiance: ice crystals that never melt floated in the crystal fragments, boiling blood clouds rolled beneath the flesh fragments, and only the fragments engraved with the flow of the Milky Way gently sprinkled a rain of light, nourishing the newborn earth. These three fragments are the cocoon shells shattered by Pangu's axe, and they are also the source of the "Three Ancient" era in later generations.
Suddenly, the entire ancient realm trembled violently. Candle Yin saw the horizon in the distance twisting, countless silver white threads extending from the chaos, which were the shackles of the "cocoon of time" that had not yet completely broken. At the moment when the silk thread touches the ground, the touched land immediately presents a strange state: half freezes into crystal clear amber, the other half melts into boiling plasma, and the two states fiercely compete for dominance in the same space. This scene is like the clash of clear and turbid qi when Pangu opened the sky, but I don't know what clear and turbid are, they are just two forms of the cocoon of time.
It's the erosion of antiquity and antiquity! "Candle Yin instinctively felt danger and reached out to hold the cocoon of light in his heart, causing a sudden surge of golden and red light. In his vision, the entire ancient world presented a semi transparent state, and he could clearly see the foundation of the world - the celestial pillar transformed from Pangu's bones, being gnawed by silver white threads, with every crack indicating the loss of stable laws. At this moment, he finally understood that the prophecy of "the pillar of heaven collapsing and the earth being destroyed" in the folk songs of our ancestors was not a natural collapse of heaven and earth, but a backlash of the cocoon of time against the one who broke it.
At the same time, at the core of the ancient world, the trillion dollar light sphere of the "Ancient Sky Bones" suddenly turned towards the ancient direction. This consciousness collective that yearns for "existence" but cannot "move" felt the breath of "change" for the first time. Its group of light spheres began to arrange and combine, eventually forming a huge palm that slowly pressed towards the boundary between ancient and prehistoric times. In the ancient realm, the flesh and blood nebula of the "Eternal Source Mother" split into a tentacle, which is wriggling along the turbulent flow of time towards the ancient realm. With every inch of advancement, a small space-time fission occurs in the surrounding space. The pincer attack of two extreme laws is like the Yin and Yang Qi that separated during Pangu's opening to the heavens devouring each other, but it is even more cruel than the legend suggests.
Zhuyin saw these two crises and realized that the ancient world was caught between two extreme laws. Without any hesitation, he transformed into a stream of light and flew towards the nearest celestial pillar - the "Unclear Pillar" formed by Pangu's right leg bone. As his palm pressed against the stone pillar, memories of Pangu suddenly emerged in his mind: the old remains inside the bronze coffin, the essence of the three laws of time, and the truth of the creation of the world. Originally, the so-called Pangu Kaitian was just a failed attempt by a prisoner inside the cocoon of time to break free from the cage, and I, as the new prisoner born from this attempt, shoulder the mission of inheriting the "spark".
So we are all prisoners in a cocoon... "Candle Yin murmured to herself, a resolute light flashing in her eyes. He activated the power of star sand within his body, attempting to repair the pillar of heaven that had been gnawed by silk threads. However, whenever he repaired one, two new cracks appeared in the distance. He knew that relying solely on his own strength could not prevent the erosion of two laws, and a more fundamental solution must be found. At this moment, he finally understood the true meaning of the song 'everyone gathers firewood and the flames are high'. Only by mobilizing the power of all beings can we resist the oppression of the cocoon of time.
At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly rang out in the sky. Zhuyin looked up and saw the old corpse slowly turning around at the core of the bronze giant coffin. Its body is woven from countless threads of time, and the peristalsis of each muscle is accompanied by the distortion of time and space. When its eyes - two deep black holes - look towards the ancient realm, Candle Yin feels like its soul is about to be sucked into it. The gaze contained the ultimate will of the cocoon of time, a warning to all those who attempt to break through it.
Wake up... ants in the cocoon... "The voice of the old corpse echoes like millions of overlapping time and space, with every word carrying the weight of the law. Candle Yin felt her body tremble in excruciating pain, but the cocoon of light in her heart emitted a stronger light, blocking the pressure from her body. This light is the "spark" left by Pangu when he opened the sky, and it is the hope for all the creatures in the cocoon to fight against the cage.
At this critical moment, Zhuyin suddenly remembered the "Fireworks Council" in Pangu's memory. That was the protective force formed by consolidating some powerful wills before the collapse of Pangu. He focused his attention and called out to the entire ancient world: 'All creatures that sense my existence, gather under the pillars of the underworld! We must protect this newly born land!' This call, like the first cry of Pangu when he opened the sky, awakened the first batch of creatures sleeping in Pangu's flesh and blood.
The response to him was a continuous wave of energy fluctuations. In the east, a giant dragon made of magma rises into the sky, with the blood of Pangu flowing through its body, and the remnants of the sky opening axe shimmering between its scales; In the West, a goddess formed by the condensation of stars stepped onto the clouds, her eyes sparkling with a light of wisdom, and her forehead imprinted with patterns of bronze fragments; In the south, a forest composed of plants and trees suddenly rises from the ground, with each leaf containing the power of life, and the roots flowing with the blood of Pangu; In the north, a giant holding an ice edge broke the ice and emerged, emitting a chill from the ancient realm, but burning ancient sparks in his eyes - these were the first powerful creatures born from the flesh and blood of Pangu, each carrying different powers of laws, like the gods that differentiated from Pangu when he opened the sky, shouldering the mission of guarding ancient times.
We are the first creatures of ancient times, "said Zhuyin loudly." The solidification and chaos of ancient times want to devour our homeland, but we must never surrender! Do you remember the existence who split the cocoon shell before we were born? He exchanged his life for this land for us, and we must protect it until one day we can truly break this damn cocoon of time! "His words, like the vow made by Pangu when he opened the sky, resonated in the hearts of every creature.
His words ignited the fighting spirit of all living beings. The magma dragon let out a roar and flew towards the boundary of the ancient realm, spewing out raging flames from its mouth, attempting to block the tentacles of the "Eternal Source Mother"; The goddess of stars waved her hand and scattered a sky full of star nets, covering the erosion direction of the ancient realm, trying to slow down the approach of the "ancient empty skeleton"; The god of plants and trees takes root in the earth, constantly giving birth to the power of life and consolidating the foundation of the ancient world; The Ice Edge Giant stood beside the column, using its own body to block the erosion of silver white threads. Their actions are like the gods performing their respective duties after the opening of Pangu, jointly maintaining the fragile ancient world.
Candle Yin flew into the sky again and arrived below three bronze fragments. He knew that these three fragments were the key to maintaining stability in ancient times. He activated the power of Star Sand within his body, attempting to resonate with the fragments. When his palm touched the fragments circulating in the galaxy, a warm force surged into his body, and he felt a resonance with the time laws of the entire ancient world. At this moment, he finally understood that the so-called law of time was not the constraint of a cocoon, but the key to breaking it.
Time should not be a cocoon of confinement, but a flowing river... "murmured Zhuyin, closing his eyes and feeling the flow of time with all his heart. In his consciousness, ancient time was like a winding river, fragile but with its own direction. He knew that as long as this river was not frozen or torn apart, the ancient world could survive, and this was the true legacy left by Pangu when he opened the heavens - to let time flow, rather than freeze or chaos.
At this moment, the attack of the old corpses came again. A powerful time turbulence swept over, attempting to incorporate the ancient world into one's own dreams. Zhuyin opened her eyes, and a resolute light flashed through them. He waved his hand to summon other creatures, and everyone joined forces to inject their own strength into the bronze fragments. Three fragments suddenly emitted a dazzling light, forming a huge shield that enveloped the ancient world. This shield, like the sky and earth that Pangu supported when he opened, although fragile, is full of hope.
Outside the shield, ancient ice edges and ancient flesh tentacles constantly collide with the shield, causing violent vibrations with each collision. But the ancient world inside the shield gradually stabilized through the efforts of all living beings. The first truly living beings began to multiply and thrive on this land, unaware of the crisis outside, only knowing that it was a land full of hope and a home left by Pangu after the creation of the world.
Zhuyin stood on the column, watching the world gradually taking shape below, and a complex emotion surged in her heart. He knew that this was just the beginning, and a bigger crisis was still ahead. The remains of the past will not be easily abandoned, and the erosion of ancient times will not stop. But he also knew that as long as the ancient creatures did not give up, and as long as the "firewood" was still being passed down, there would come a day when they could break free from the constraints of time and truly gain freedom, just as Pangu had hoped when he opened the heavens.
The cocoon of time, "Candle Yin said softly," one day, we will tear apart your shackles and make time truly a flowing river, not a cage of confinement. "After speaking, he closed his eyes and felt the surging power inside, ready to face the next challenge. In his heart, the folk song of Pangu opening the sky is being rewritten, which belongs to a new legend of ancient creatures: "The spark burns out three ancient nights, and emerges from the cocoon to see the true chapter
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