boyutpedia Chapter 647
Chapter 647
"He's really ruthless, actually sending his only offspring over here!" Pangu watched as his clones in other worlds transmitted some information, a cold smile appearing on his lips, his eyes revealing contempt and disdain for them.
He slowly raised his head, glancing contemptuously at the sky, as if even the vast sky could not contain his arrogance.
The subordinate standing behind Pangu felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing his reaction. He cautiously took a step forward, leaning slightly forward, his hands unconsciously rubbing together, a fawning smile on his face, and asked softly, "What does Your Excellency mean...?"
Pangu did not answer his question immediately, but instead slowly burned the information in his hand. Flames danced in his hand, devouring the papers and making crackling sounds.
After the information had completely turned to ashes, Pangu turned around, put his hands behind his back, looked at his subordinates expressionlessly, and asked, "Do you know who Hua Yu is?"
The subordinate was taken aback by Pangu's sudden question. He scratched his head, pondered for a while, and finally shook his head helplessly, saying, "I don't know either. I just vaguely guess that he seems to be able to live forever."
Pangu's lips curled slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, but he quickly regained his cold expression. He then asked, "Do you know Hongjun and Luohou?"
Sweat began to bead on his subordinate's forehead; he simply couldn't fathom Pangu's thoughts. Yet, he dared not remain silent, for the last person who hadn't answered Pangu's question had met a gruesome end, a memory that still haunted him.
"I know a little. She seems to be a character from a novel. Are you saying that Hua Yu is the child of these two fictional characters?" the subordinate answered tremblingly, as if his answer was a huge joke. He couldn't help but laugh out loud after he finished speaking.
Pangu slowly turned around, his deep gaze like a still pool of water, coldly staring at his subordinate who was chuckling, causing the subordinate's laughter to stop abruptly, replaced by a chill rising up his spine.
“What if I told you they weren’t fictional characters, but real people?” Pangu’s voice was deep and magnetic, yet carried an irresistible majesty.
The subordinate's mouth gaped open, his face filled with disbelief. He stammered, "This, this can't be! Sir, isn't this the character from the most popular novel on the market right now? And isn't Hong the Dao Ancestor? And isn't Luo the Demon Ancestor? Aren't they adversaries? How could this be..."
Pangu's lips curled slightly into a faint smile, but this smile conveyed no warmth whatsoever; rather, it seemed more like mockery. He walked past his subordinates, proceeding unhurriedly, and said as he walked, "A novel setting that suddenly appeared—who do you think was behind it? They are both Chaos Gods, so why do you assume they must be enemies?"
Upon hearing Pangu's words, the subordinate trembled violently, as if an invisible force had gripped his throat. His teeth chattered uncontrollably, and his lips trembled slightly with fear.
“But, but good and evil cannot coexist!” The subordinate’s voice carried a hint of despair. “This is a truth that has existed since ancient times! One is the leader of the righteous path, and the other is the leader of the demon race. The difference between them is like heaven and earth. They don’t seem like a suitable couple at all!”
Pangu sat on a stone bench, looking at his subordinates expressionlessly. His eyes were like a bottomless, icy pool, sending chills down their spines. He beckoned to his subordinates, a gentle gesture that conveyed an irresistible authority.
The subordinate hesitated for a moment, but finally steeled himself and slowly walked to Pangu's side. He slowly squatted down to look Pangu in the eye, but at that moment, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold emanating from Pangu, as if it could freeze his soul.
“In the chaos, there is no distinction between good and evil.” Pangu’s voice was cold and indifferent, like a cold wind blowing from the snow-capped mountains of the North and South Poles. “There is only a distinction between strong and weak. The strong dominate the weak, and the weak depend on the strong. This is the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, which has never changed from ancient times to the present.”