Chapter 1144

"These human vermin can't escape now!"

The Ancient Emperor's Son of Cangyan wielded the Heaven-Flame Spear, channeling the power of a million-man battle array, transforming into a black-armored giant hundreds of zhang tall, like a primordial titan wielding a chaotic colossal pillar, repeatedly slamming down upon the Nine Spirit Domain formation—earth quaked, space collapsed endlessly, his aura terrifyingly immense.

His eyes were blood-red, his expression twisted, as if facing an enemy with irreconcilable hatred.

"Cangyan, control your assault!"

A rebuke came from nearby.

It was a hundreds-zhang-tall giant cloaked in infinite darkness, around whom black, heavy force-order runes radiated naturally—not granted by the Yama Hell's Yin-Yang Reversal Array—his aura vastly surpassing all other Ancient Emperor's Sons.

"Mingtian…"

The Ancient Emperor's Son of Cangyan's gaze sharpened, forcing him to snap out of his frenzy.

The Ancient Emperor's Son of Mingtian!

He was the direct son of Mingxu Ancient Emperor, a bloodline descendant of the Emperor, a true Ancient Imperial Prince!

In fact, all nine Ancient Emperors of the Jiao Demon Emperor Clan carried the Emperor's bloodline, none more deeply connected than the others; Mingxu Ancient Emperor and Mingtian Ancient Emperor's Son possessed superior innate talent, ancestral blood regression, and had endured countless brutal battles, granting them power far exceeding other Ancient Emperors and their sons.

After the Emperor's revival, Mingtian Ancient Emperor's Son was crowned Imperial Prince of the Clan.

This meant Mingtian had been recognized by the Emperor as having greater potential to ascend to Emperorhood.

Why hadn't the Ancient Emperor's Son of Cangyan perished with the Cangyan Sacred Land?

It was due to the Jiao Demon Emperor Clan's tradition.

Within internal struggles, the Jiao Demon Emperor Clan never favored total annihilation; thus, when the Cangyan Ancient Emperor decided to encircle and kill the rising Mingxu Ancient Emperor, he sent his own son to the Mingxu Sacred Land as a martial attendant in the Mingxu Imperial Palace.

Should the Cangyan Ancient Emperor die, according to clan tradition, the Mingxu Ancient Emperor would not harm the Cangyan Ancient Emperor's Son.

Conversely, if Mingxu Ancient Emperor died, they would not harm Mingtian Ancient Emperor's Son.

Of course, this was tradition, a custom—not always strictly followed—but historically, the number of Emperors who violated this tradition was exceedingly rare.

Because among the Jiao Demon Emperor Clan's Emperors, familial ties were deeply entangled—you in me, me in you.

Beyond tradition, Ancient Emperor's Sons' bloodlines held immense value; marrying into them produced offspring who could flourish the family, making extermination a self-weakening act.

"Cangyan, your heart is disordered."

The Ancient Imperial Prince of Mingtian rebuked: "In battle, one must advance with courage and vigor—not recklessly charge. You're now unleashing your power; should you exhaust yourself, these human vermin may seize an opening, jeopardizing our encirclement."

"If that happens,

even if we ultimately win, some Ancient Emperor's Sons will perish."

He glared fiercely at the Ancient Emperor's Son of Cangyan.

"... Yes."

The Ancient Emperor's Son of Cangyan stared at him, eyes filled with bloodlight, yet dared not utter a single word of defiance, lowering his head.

"Best you remember that."

"Hatred is the force that drives you to slay enemies—not to make you lose yourself."

The Ancient Imperial Prince of Mingtian spoke coldly, his gaze fixed on the green-haired woman amid countless troops and warships, and the nine Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Candidate Daozi—his heart brimming with dread and murderous intent.

That woman, surrounded by warships, wielded order-force through the battle array;

those nine Candidate Daozi, human Imperial Sons, when united, overlapped nine world-shadows, likewise wielding order-force.

But!

They were merely at the peak of the General Realm!

If they possessed the same peak King Realm cultivation as him…

They would be ten Ancient Imperial Princes—or stronger!

The Ancient Emperor's Son of Mingtian envisioned this scenario, his murderous intent surging wildly.

…

Immortal Gate.

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun stood silently before the Dayang Dayang Tianchi, watching the eternal rotation of the pool as it absorbed and expelled tens of thousands of kilometers of heavenly qi and solar essence, like a brilliant star in the cosmos.

Now, within the star, a newborn Great Sun slumbered.

"Zhenjun Shenji."

Yue blocked before Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun, calmly saying: "Don't give excuses. As long as the Dongji Demon Gate hasn't fallen, as long as this place remains safe, the Sword Son will not be disturbed by external forces until he awakens naturally."

"If the Dongji Demon Gate falls later, let it fall."

"Between domains, the weak perish—that's the most natural thing. Accept it. This is not a reason to repeatedly disturb the Sword Son's slumber."

"..."

Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun frowned but said nothing.

…

The Great Sun's Slumbering Ground.

After a total of eleven hundred years of continuous evolution, it had become a paradise of flora: annual herbs, perennial herbs, shrubs, trees, vines, ferns, green algae, lichens…

The world further evolved into grasslands, deserts, jungles, oceans, polar ice caps—each terrain occupying vital roles within the ecosystem;

in this world, the four seasons were distinct, and disasters like typhoons, tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions all existed…

Thus, it had become a true world.

A true world that operated automatically, without any Tian Dao consciousness intervention!

If any Jin Dan cultivator were scaled down proportionally and placed within this world, he would have no possibility of perceiving its artificial nature, believing it merely another alien world in the universe.

This world stood in the void, absorbing chaos and transforming it into heavenly qi to nourish all living things.

This process of transforming chaos was the very movement of heaven and earth, the growth of all plants, the cycle of the four seasons—within natural heaven and earth lay a truth even Immortal Immortals must revere.

At this moment, this world's transformation of chaos still could not reach perfection, could not achieve a perpetual-motion effect; each cycle consumed an extremely minute amount of qi—but it had already reached a certain extreme.

At this very moment, the world's transformation of chaos still could not achieve perfection, could not reach an effect similar to a perpetual motion machine; each time it required the expenditure of an extremely minute amount of spiritual energy, but it had already reached a certain limit.

This kind of extremity had been brewing for a long time, accumulating for over three hundred years.

At last, a certain mysterious thing was born.

Boom!

Between heaven and earth, a sudden clap of thunder, then spring rain pattered down, and all living things in the world were immersed in a scene of vibrant vitality.

The blazing sun in the sky flickered for a moment at this instant, and a certain order containing the destruction of the great sun and the aura of primordial magnetism truly appeared.

In this instant, the efficiency of the world transforming chaos briefly reached a certain harmony.

At this moment, this world's transforming of chaos from the void no longer needed to consume even the tiniest wisp of spiritual energy—one of the most brilliant masterpieces of the Immortal Dao civilization, the Immortal Dao Perpetual Motion Machine, was born between heaven and earth.

The world, in an instant, was as if endowed with a soul; the efficiency of transforming chaos from the void skyrocketed several-fold, dozens of times over; heaven and earth became orderly, and boundless might was born between heaven and earth, containing a terrifying aura surpassing any single moment, descending upon the starry sky like a sovereign.

Order of Law Annihilation!

Order of Law Prohibition!

Order of Aberration!

Order of Destruction!

Order of Primordial Magnetism!

Order of the Supreme Edge of the Sword Dao!

These various orders were intertwining, encircling, jumbled beyond compare, not as pure as those of orthodox Great Sun Sword cultivators, like ugly patches.

Yet, when these many orders appeared in full, a certain harmony instantly emerged, natural, like a person's head, limbs, heart, and so on gathering together to form a complete whole.

That is,

The Order of the Great Sun Sword Dao!

No one knew how long passed; the many order anomalies gradually faded, the quasi-Heavenly Dao consciousness fell into slumber, and a truly spirited life truly appeared in this world.

"Order of the Great Sun Sword Dao…"

Two pupils like black holes appeared in the sky of the world, carrying joy, with a gaze as pure as a newborn child, filled with innocent curiosity toward all things.

"My Great Dao, has begun."