"Isn't it time for Pangu to be born?"
Gu Chuan gazed into the distance at the Chaos Green Lotus. Even from afar, he could sense the immense power concealed within. However, its birth was still a long way off.
He had no way of knowing how much time remained before Pangu emerged, but once born, Pangu would likely attain Sainthood instantly, proving his Dao in a single step.
As expected of Pangu—his destiny was extraordinary. He was born a Saint, an existence far beyond the reach of other Chaos Demon Gods. Compared to him, they were insignificant.
Yet, Gu Chuan felt a sense of urgency. If Pangu was truly about to be born, then the entire Chaos Realm would soon be thrown into turmoil.
At that time, three thousand Chaos Demon Gods would emerge, transforming from the primordial forces of chaos itself.
If he had not attained the Dao by then, he would be nothing more than a spectator, powerless to influence the tide of destiny.
"If I wish to ascend to the realm of a Saint, I must comprehend the laws and grasp the Dao itself," Gu Chuan murmured, narrowing his eyes.
Some Chaos Demon Gods comprehended the Dao of Fire, others the Dao of Earth, the Dao of Killing, the Dao of Destruction, the Dao of Life, and countless others.
If he proceeded step by step, he might grasp the Dao of Chaos, the Dao of the Five Elements, the Dao of Yin and Yang, or even the Dao of the World itself. Through this, he could ascend to the realm of a Saint.
However, Sainthood was not the final destination—it was merely the beginning for a Chaos Demon God.
If one only mastered a single Dao before becoming a Saint, their future potential would be severely limited. At best, they would be an ordinary Chaos Demon God, forever unable to stand alongside Pangu.
For Gu Chuan, this was unacceptable. If he sought Sainthood, he had to comprehend as many Daos as possible, ensuring his future achievements far surpassed the ordinary.
Otherwise, even as a Saint, he would be nothing more than a weakling among greater beings—an existence unworthy of mention.
"Yet, comprehending the Dao within Chaos is no easy task," he mused.
Every Chaos Demon God was born with an innate Dao, their very existence woven with a law of the universe.
The World Tree possessed the Dao of Worlds, and so she would walk the path of the World Dao.
The Star Tree held the Dao of Stars, and so it would tread the path of the Star Dao.
For most Chaos Demon Gods, their fates were determined at birth, their paths set in stone. While it was possible to comprehend other Daos, the difficulty was immense.
Despite the seemingly ideal cultivation environment within Chaos—where chaotic energy surged endlessly, where a single breath of its essence equaled millennia of training in the Prehistoric World—the true challenge lay in comprehension.
For in this realm, all laws merged into chaos, their mysteries obscured and unfathomable.
Unlike in the Prehistoric World, where three thousand distinct laws were clearly defined, Chaos was a boundless sea of uncertainty. The laws here did not manifest in separate forms but were instead scattered among the Chaos Demon Gods themselves, blending into their very beings.
Thus, one could only grasp their own innate Dao, while the comprehension of foreign laws was nearly impossible.
This was why, in later ages, some Chaos Demon Gods abandoned the boundless void of Chaos and instead ventured into the Prehistoric World forged by Pangu.
There, the laws were clear and structured, making comprehension infinitely easier.
To Chaos Demon Gods, the Prehistoric World was a sacred text of the Dao, an open scripture waiting to be studied.
Of course, there were those who scorned such methods, believing that one's own Dao was enough. They felt that mastering a single path to its utmost was preferable to dabbling in many.
These beings saw no need to enter the Prehistoric World. Their path was one of absolute specialization, and their choice was valid in its own right.
But Gu Chuan was different. He was ambitious.
He refused to be limited to just a few Daos.
His goal was to master all three thousand Daos, not only to rival Pangu but to surpass him entirely.
Thus, he could not follow the same path as other Chaos Demon Gods.
"If I wish to comprehend more laws and Daos, I must interact with more Chaos Demon Gods," he realized.
If possible, he wanted to gather all the Chaos Demon Gods, drawing from their insights to enhance his own understanding.
This was the philosophy of taking all things as teachers—the heavens, the earth, and chaos itself.
Only by absorbing the wisdom of countless beings could he forge an unshakable foundation in the Dao.
However, the vastness of Chaos was immeasurable. Even if he spent countless eons traveling, he might never reach its limits, nor encounter every Chaos Demon God.
Wandering aimlessly in search of others was an incredibly inefficient approach.
By the time he traversed even a fraction of Chaos, Pangu would have long since been born.
"There is another way," he thought suddenly. "Instead of seeking them out, I should make them come to me."
A flash of inspiration struck him. Why waste time and effort scouring the infinite Chaos when he could instead draw them in?
But how could he compel these mighty beings to seek him out?
"Preaching," he whispered. "Yes... I could establish an altar and preach the Dao."
Gu Chuan thought of the future Daoist, Hongjun, who had once gathered countless beings in the Prehistoric World through his sermons.
The same principle could apply here.
At this moment, Chaos was still in its primordial state. Though many Chaos Demon Gods had been born, they remained ignorant of true cultivation.
For most, their only means of advancement was through slaughter—devouring one another in endless cycles of destruction. This was the primal instinct of Chaos Demon Gods.
Only a rare few, like himself, understood the path of cultivation from the moment of their birth.
If he were to establish an altar and preach the Dao, countless Chaos Demon Gods would undoubtedly gather to listen.
Through this, he could bring together the scattered forces of Chaos, transforming himself into their teacher—just as Hongjun once did.
He would not merely cultivate the Dao; he would shape the very destiny of Chaos itself.
"Master of Chaos Demon Gods... yes, that title suits me well," he murmured, a smile forming on his lips.
The more he pondered the idea, the more certain he became of its success.
And once achieved, the rewards would be limitless.