Chapter 3: The Golden Finger—Pangu’s Divine Eye

"Hou Yi!"

Seeing Hou Yi in front of him grab the entire long-tusked boar and turn to leave, Di Cang hurriedly called out to stop him.

"This Hou Yi!"

Di Cang was utterly at a loss for words. "Does this guy even know how to behave? Has he no sense of propriety? Did he not hear my stomach rumbling loudly enough?"

"Such a massive boar—Hou Yi alone probably, possibly, surely, or at least maybe, can’t finish it all by himself!" Di Cang muttered inwardly. "By the principle of 'finders keepers, but sharers are noble,' shouldn’t he at least spare me a piece or two?"

"Is something the matter?" Hou Yi scratched his head, looking completely clueless.

Di Cang finally realized this fellow wasn’t pretending—he truly lacked any social awareness.

With no other choice, Di Cang said, "Hou Yi, as it happens, I’m a bit hungry. Could you spare me some of your boar? Of course, I won’t eat for free. When I become powerful one day, I’ll repay you."

"Uh..." Hou Yi showed no hesitation. With a single motion, he split the long-tusked boar in half, dividing it evenly and handing Di Cang the portion with the head.

Di Cang stared, dumbfounded, at the bloody mountain of meat before him, utterly stunned.

With a boar this size, even if he tried, it would probably take him ten or twenty years to eat it all.

Moreover, though he was hungry and there was meat, it was obviously raw—how was he supposed to eat it?

Running his hands over the dripping mountain of flesh, Di Cang couldn’t help but mutter inwardly.

At that moment, Di Cang suddenly felt as if his consciousness had been transported to another realm, arriving in a place as boundless and primordial as the Chaos Sea. In the very heart of this churning expanse, a colossal black vortex appeared, vast enough to devour the heavens and earth. As it spun, a golden ancient mirror, radiant beyond compare, slowly emerged within the vortex.

A beam of divine light shot from the mirror, fusing perfectly with Di Cang’s spirit and will.

In the next moment—

Di Cang beheld an epic, awe-inspiring vision: a world-shaking deity wielding a mighty axe, cleaving heaven and earth asunder, giving rise to all the laws of creation. At the same time, the deity’s body shattered, transforming into all things within the world.

There, at the deity’s brow, a mark forged by the divine radiance of the Great Dao—a heavenly eye—took shape in the void, ultimately transforming into a golden ancient mirror. The mirror shimmered with ethereal light, crossing endless eras before finally manifesting within the sea of Di Cang’s spirit.

Di Cang was dumbstruck.

He had never imagined that he would possess such a treasure—a golden ancient mirror born of Pangu’s Heavenly Eye, a relic with unfathomable power over time and space, capable even of carrying Di Cang through the past and future.

However, to achieve such feats, he would need to fully unleash all the power contained within the mirror—something Di Cang was clearly not yet capable of.

Buzz!

A method of cultivation, unmistakably profound, fell into Di Cang’s mind through the divine light of the ancient mirror.

"The Spirit-Taming Treasure Refinement Art!"

Di Cang was amazed. The golden ancient mirror had imparted to him a method for refining treasures within the void, beginning with the most basic runes of the world. By comprehending and mastering these seemingly humble and simple runes, one could, upon reaching a certain level, use their power to awaken the strength of the golden ancient mirror. With enough mastery, the runes could be used to refine and control the mirror, gradually unlocking all its secrets.

This Spirit-Taming Treasure Refinement Art was divided into nine levels. What Di Cang received was merely the introductory chapter, a foundational scripture for comprehending treasure runes—still a vast distance from the first true level.

"The Divine Creation Diagram!"

"The Spirit-Taming Treasure Refinement Art!"

"Excellent, wonderful!" Di Cang thought with boundless delight. "I’ve only just arrived in the primordial world, yet I’ve already met several future giants of legend, and obtained such a precious treasure and two supreme cultivation arts."

"This is definitely an auspicious beginning. With this, how could I possibly worry about the future?"

"Surely, I am destined to be the protagonist of the primordial world!"

...

Di Cang focused his will to communicate with the golden ancient mirror.

The divine light of the mirror flashed, and as if shifting space itself, it swallowed the entire long-tusked boar before him.

It must be understood—

The ancient mirror he had acquired was a Mirror of Time and Space. What was such a mirror? It was the ultimate expression of temporal and spatial power.

Having reached such an apex, how could it possibly lack the ability to store objects?

From what Di Cang understood, the Mirror of Time and Space could not only store objects, but also divide its interior into countless organized compartments, categorizing an infinite variety of items with perfect clarity.

Moreover, the mirror’s power could decompose all things, breaking down the flesh and blood of the long-tusked boar before him into countless invisible particles, for Di Cang to absorb.

These were merely its most basic abilities. Even without mastering the runes of the way, Di Cang could, through the mirror’s recognition of him as its master, channel its power and achieve all this.

"Nothing more to say, then!"

First, Di Cang activated the Mirror of Time and Space to absorb the boar’s carcass, then used its power to break down the remains into the purest essence of blood and qi. With another flash of the mirror’s divine light, this refined energy was transmitted into every bone and sinew of Di Cang’s body.

He threw his head back and roared, unleashing the "Divine Creation Diagram" once more!

This time, he seemed to possess limitless, inexhaustible power and potential—the ability to cultivate perpetually without pause.

The reason was simple: whenever his body showed the slightest sign of weakness, the Mirror of Time and Space would release the vital force of blood and qi, merging it seamlessly into his body.

...

Time has no meaning in the primordial world.

In the blink of an eye, twenty years had passed.

But what were twenty years? In this world, a single calamity spanned fifty thousand great cycles, each cycle being 129,600 years long. Now it was the twentieth year of the first great cycle of the second calamity—the Calamity of the Sorcerers and Demons.

Yet in just twenty years, Di Cang had risen from a destitute, utterly untalented pseudo-mortal of the postnatal human race to the realm of divinity. Among the sorcerers and those who cultivated the body, he would be called a spirit; in terms of the immortal path, he had reached the rank of Earth Immortal.

In only twenty short years, Di Cang not only achieved the Earth Immortal realm, but also, thanks to the essence and power of the Golden Immortal-level long-tusked boar, and the workings of the "Divine Creation Diagram," awakened a portion of his genetic potential. He came to realize the origins of his own bloodline.

Kua Fu had been right—Di Cang’s body truly did contain Pangu’s blood. He was, in fact, a descendant of Pangu—a scion of both humanity and the sorcerer race!