Chapter 2847

He could only watch helplessly as the chains ruthlessly dragged the Illusory Music Goddess down, pulling her straight into the purplish-red monster's body.

In the blink of an eye, the chains and the Illusory Music were gone.

It turned out those heavenly demons earlier had vanished in the same way.

Sea Emperor Xuandu dodged the chains' attacks while charging toward He Lingchuan. This stretch of water was too hostile—only by seizing the Primal Chaos might the situation improve.

A chain lunged straight at his face from ahead. Sea Emperor Xuandu didn't dodge; he thrust his trident forward with a diagonal glide. His trident was extraordinarily sharp, unleashing a massive water blade that rang out with a clang—actually severing the chain.

He Lingchuan was also astonished, never expecting anything in the world could sever Primal Chaos's chains.

Seeing Xuandu about to reach him, he drew the Floating Life Blade and prepared to meet the attack.

Just as he said he had confidence in dealing with the pot, ……

He had lured the enemy into this Red Sea, yet even this thick-browed, big-eyed Primal Chaos proved unreliable—at the critical moment, he still had to step in himself, sigh!

But just then, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

Primal Chaos dissolved, turning into purplish-red turbid currents that surged upward instantly. The scene resembled the dust and mist rising after a colossal bomb explosion, only this was underwater.

For a moment, whether it was He Lingchuan, Xuandu, or the remaining heavenly demons, all found themselves immersed in the rolling turbid flow, surrounded on all sides by purplish-red, seeing nothing else. Whether immortal or divine, in that instant, they felt as if abandoned by the world. That panic and helplessness were emotions Xuandu had never felt in thousands of years.

His divine sense could not extend outward. This rolling Red Dust effectively blocked all spells.

All of Sea Emperor Xuandu's water-based divine abilities failed here. For he suddenly realized this place was not an ocean at all.

He gripped his trident and surged forward in one direction with all his strength.

Suddenly, the red mist ahead parted, revealing a human figure.

Xuandu first felt joy, then, taking a closer look, saw it was He Lingchuan.

This person floated behind a few strands of red dust, staring fixedly at him.

Sea Emperor Xuandu swung his trident to disperse the smoke and dust. But this time was different—the trident's prongs couldn't dispel the red dust; instead, they were bounced back. The sensation was extraordinarily strange, like poking a hard rubber with a finger—clearly elastic, yet impossible to pierce.

Xuandu was startled, then exerted divine power repeatedly, each attempt sending out surging waves, revealing his immense strength. He possessed the ability to move mountains and fill valleys, to cleave the seas, and his trident was razor-sharp—yet here, it seemed utterly useless.

All the smoke and dust were rapidly solidifying.

What place is this? Sea Emperor Xuandu roared, asking He Lingchuan three times.

This time, He Lingchuan finally clarified: "This is the Primal Chaos Sea within the Grand Vessel. You are trapped by Primal Chaos."

"Primal Chaos!" Xuandu started, then shook his head like a rattle-drum: "Impossible! Primal Chaos only existed when heaven and earth first opened—how could it be here?"

He Lingchuan sighed: "Have you forgotten? The Grand Vessel never existed in this world to begin with. What it contains is naturally not the Primal Chaos of our world."

From his perspective, he saw this Red Dust rapidly solidifying into form, reverting to Primal Chaos. Meanwhile, Sea Emperor Xuandu was isolated behind the intersecting smoke and dust, as if crouched in a prison cell's bars.

No matter his heavenly-reaching divine powers, he could not break free from this world's prison.

The last thing He Lingchuan saw was Xuandu's fearful, desperate gaze: "Where is He taking me?"

"To a peaceful, tranquil good place." He Lingchuan gave him a faint smile: "Even without the Illusory Music Goddess, you can sleep soundly there."

Soon, Primal Chaos reformed, and Sea Emperor Xuandu and the other heavenly demons had no idea where they were hidden.

This stretch of water returned to its deep and secluded state, as if no one had ever come, nothing had ever happened.

He Lingchuan then relaxed, letting out a weary sigh.

By himself, he could hardly navigate familiar paths to exit the Illusory Music Goddess's dream-star river. That place was far more complex than any real-world labyrinth—over ten times as intricate—and even with the Wind-Dew Golden Lotus in hand, Pocheng Hai could not possibly find the exit immediately.

After all, the Divine Realm and ordinary dreams are worlds apart. The Earth Mother suffered this loss too, which is why she was forcibly detained earlier.

He Lingchuan's escape defied logic because he borrowed the Grand Vessel's nature. Only this divine artifact could transcend the Divine Realm's laws, yanking him back in one sweep.

If Sea Emperor Xuandu and the Illusory Music Goddess dared to pursue, they had entered the death trap He Lingchuan had set for them.

Primal Chaos cannot leave the Grand Vessel to devour people, but for intruders on its own turf, how could it be courteous?

Yet He Lingchuan never expected that, against a peerless powerhouse like Sea Emperor Xuandu, Primal Chaos would seem to require little effort. Evidently, although Xuandu is also a True Person, he remains far from the realm needed to challenge the Grand Vessel's laws.

Moreover, this Primal Chaos itself is not formed from the primordial Hongmeng energy of heaven and earth's initial opening, nor from the laws as understood by the Grand Vessel. He Lingchuan suspects it even contains a fragment of the Black Dragon God Sovereign's will and power.

Regardless, the first urgent matter is resolved: he successfully rescued the Earth Mother and sent the True Person and heavenly demons who assassinated him into the Grand Vessel.

Losing a True Person is an immeasurable setback for the heavenly demons.

He Lingchuan faces four major opponents—now reduced by one.

What comes next? Will the Grand Vessel send him back to reality, or drag him again into the Panlong World?

Both places desperately need him.

This thought had not yet finished when something fell from Primal Chaos's body, still glowing brightly in the deep sea.

He Lingchuan glanced at it—it was Sea Emperor's trident.

Is the sun about to rise from the sea? How could this gluttonous Grand Vessel bear to spit out what it had swallowed?

He Lingchuan seized the trident and gave it a few casual shakes.

Though the artifact had lost its master, it remained haughty, still resisting his grasp. It leapt in his hand, about to transform into light and flee.

He Lingchuan grunted, forcibly gripping the trident and pressing it hard onto Primal Chaos's chains.

The red monster worms on the chains surged upward, crawling over the entire trident.

What these red monster worms represent is far more than just the aura of rolling Red Dust.

He Lingchuan could feel the precious trident trembling.

Hah, now you know fear?

He picked up the trident, the worms scattered, yet the trident still tried to escape.

Thus, three releases, three retrieves.

Finally, on the last attempt, the trident submitted, daring no longer to resist.

He Lingchuan also scored a clever victory—otherwise, subduing this divine artifact would not be easy. As before, when the Three Waters True Person conquered his archenemy's natal artifact, it took three full years.

(End of Chapter)