Chapter 315: The Might of the Demon Lord

The Lord of the Demon Abyss was enraged.

No, that is not anger.

It is a pure, violent fury emanating from the Core of existence.

The food fed by one's own projection, the shed skin flakes from one's own body, was swallowed in one gulp by an unknown outsider, right before one's eyes!

This is desecration! This is the ultimate insult to the ultimate malignant entity of a world!

Boom—

The core Demon Abyss of the Nine Profound Realm, that bottomless dark heart, began to throb violently.

With each beat, the entire world convulsed.

The sky, the tear ripped open by Wang Zhitao, not only failed to heal but was overtaken by an even deeper hue.

Blood‑red!

Viscous, syrupy blood‑red spread madly from the horizon's edge, covering the entire firmament in an instant, as if the world were being drawn into the vein of a colossal beast.

The air is no longer air.

Each breath carries rule‑level poison; when an Immortal Dao cultivator inhales, Protective Body Light sizzles like metal doused in strong acid.

Their cultivation is being forcibly downgraded!

Spiritual Power at the Golden Core stage begins to disperse, regressing to Foundation Establishment. The Dao Fruit of the Nascent Soul stage is shrouded in dust, its luster dimmed.

All Immortal Dao laws of the Nine Profound Realm are being forcibly overwritten and rewritten by a more domineering Demon Dao law!

"It's over..."

Xuanqing Zhenren's face turned ashen; he felt his connection to the world's spiritual energy abruptly severed by an invisible giant hand.

Newborn Realm.

Wang Zhize's will, like an ancient unmoving star sea, calmly watched the intense "system clash" in the Nine Profound Realm.

"hostiletakeover (malicious takeover)..."

He showed no ripple of emotion.

"In the world under my jurisdiction, you dare attempt to rewrite the rules?"

A supreme will instantly traversed dimensions and descended upon the Nine Profound Realm.

"I define."

"The existing Immortal Dao laws of the Nine Profound Realm have their permissions elevated to the Newborn Realm system's highest priority order."

"All 'suppression', 'weakening', and 'distortion' effects generated by Demon Qi fields are defined as invalid commands."

"All Immortal Dao beings' cultivation connects to the 'Source of Creation' port, activating the 'Temporary Buff' protocol."

An edict issued.

Words become law!

Xuanqing Zhenren and the disciples of the Nine Profound Sect, mired in despair, were jolted sharply.

The choking sensation that had gripped their throats vanished!

Moreover, a warm, vast energy a hundred times purer than the Nine Profound Realm's own Qi surged from the void into their bodies!

The dried dantian instantly filled!

The dim Nascent Soul burst into brilliance!

"This... what is this?!"

Xuanqing Zhenren's eyes widened; he sensed his bottleneck, the Transformation God barrier that had plagued him for five hundred years, showing a slight looseness!

Immortal Dao law, like a tide‑receded fury, returns with an even more ferocious stance!

The blood‑red sky was pierced by soaring brilliant sword lights; golden afterglow clashed violently with the blood‑colored Demon Qi, annihilating each other.

The Nine Profound Realm became the chessboard for the clash of two supreme wills!

Deep within the Demon Abyss, the will enraged by the law's backlash roared, shattering divine souls.

The earth completely shattered!

A towering Demon Shadow rose slowly from the deepest part of the Earth Vein.

It was no longer a vague shadow.

A suit of Demon Armor forged from unknown black metal covered its massive body, with seams oozing lava‑like dark red light.

In its hand it grasped a scythe.

A Demon Soul Scythe, formed from the entangled, wailing anguish of countless twisted souls.

Just a glance nearly shattered Xuanqing Zhenren's Way heart; the despair and venom of countless beings at death coalesced into a psychic storm that swept the heavens and earth.

This is the Lord of the Demon Abyss!

The embodiment of this world's decay and apocalypse!

"Roar—!"

Wang Zhitao let out an even more exhilarated roar.

This dish is finally complete!

His body, larger than a galaxy, swung abruptly, opening a colossal maw capable of devouring sun and moon, and he snapped down fiercely on the Demon Soul Scythe!

Clang!!!

The sound was unlike metal clashing, more like billions of wronged souls screaming in unison, exploding outward.

Wang Zhitao's gulp was, for the first time, repelled!

His teeth, sharp enough to crush stars, failed to bite the scythe!

Moreover, billions of resentful souls on the scythe turned into a black torrent, flowing along his teeth back into his body, attempting to corrupt his will and tear his soul!

"Outsider... your soul... will become the new lament on my scythe blade..."

The voice of the Lord of the Demon Abyss was cold and grand.

In Wang Zhize's will, a ripple of "interesting" finally surfaced.

"Using the despair of all beings as 'poison', and the world's decay as the 'blade'…?"

"Unfortunately, I have no waste here."

"I define."

"The 'Vengeful Soul' attached to the Demon Soul Scythe is defined as nourishment for the spiritual dimension of the Newborn Realm, classified as high‑purity soul energy."

"Its 'corrosion' power is defined as 'Wang Zhitao's exclusive willpower strengthening training', mode: extreme pressure test."

Wang Zhitao, who was being struck by a black torrent and feeling somewhat irritated, suddenly froze.

He felt that those noisy, ghostly things trying to burrow into his mind had changed in taste.

They became… delicious?

Like a slightly spicy appetizer!

He no longer resisted; instead, he willingly opened his will, allowing the torrent of Vengeful Souls to surge in.

Those mournful shrieks, the moment they entered the sea of his will, turned into the purest soul energy, greedily absorbed by his source.

His gaze, once a brutal hunger, became clearer and more resolute.

"Hic…"

Wang Zhitao comfortably let out a big belch.

He looked again at the Lord of the Demon Abyss, his gaze like he was staring at a plate… with new seasoning.

He lunged forward again, this time not trying to bite the hard scythe, but directly crashing into the Lord of the Demon Abyss's core!

The Lord of the Demon Abyss felt something amiss for the first time.

An incomprehensible chill rose from its Core.

Why?

Why does the Vengeful Soul doctrine, which it boasts can corrupt deities, have no effect on this monster?

No, even… became its supplement?

It can sense that the opponent's will, under its Vengeful Soul's "tempering", has become purer and indestructible!

This is illogical!

This contradicts every law it knows!

It saw.

Behind that monster, above the boundless lofty dimensions, there were a pair of eyes.

A pair of calm, indifferent eyes that regarded all things as data.

They belonged to the owner of those eyes!

It was him, rewriting the rules!

"You… exactly… who are you?!"

The Lord of the Demon Abyss let out a shocked, angry roar.

Wang Zhize gave no answer.

For a program about to be formatted, an explanation was unnecessary.

He watched the Lord of the Demon Abyss still stubbornly resisting, attempting to contaminate the entire Nine Profound Realm with its own demonic Dao laws, and issued the final verdict.

That voice, though silent, raised a colossal wave within the underlying logic of the entire universe.

"I define."

"Project codename: Nine Profound Realm, its native BUG 'Lord of the Demon Abyss', cease all autonomous activity."

"Revoke its Core permissions of 'Destruction', 'Decay', and 'End'."

"Rewrite its existential foundation—"

"Defined as: 'Newborn Realm Affiliate·Nine Profound Realm Plane·Law Guardian'."

"All its demonic Dao sources are defined as 'Source of Creation·Energy Converter', function: absorb universal negative entropy, convert it into life energy, and feed back into the Nine Profound Realm."

"Compiled by: Temp Worker."

"Effective immediately!"

"No—!!!"

The Lord of the Demon Abyss let out, for the first and last time since its birth, a scream filled with fear and despair.

It sensed it.

Its 'source code' was being forcibly deleted and rewritten by an irresistible higher‑dimensional force!

Its essence as 'Destruction' was being erased!

Its pride as 'End' was being stripped away!

Its massive demonic body began to uncontrollably decompose, turning into the purest black law lines, then reweaving itself in a brand‑new way it could not even comprehend!

Pain!

Indescribable pain!

It wasn't physical pain, but the existential agony of the 'self' being ripped out alive and forced into a completely unfamiliar 'setting'!

Finally, the roar ceased.

The towering demon shadow dissipated.

In its place, deep in the heart of the Nine Profound Realm, a massive Energy Core woven from countless black and golden law strands began to turn slowly.

Each rotation purified a fraction of the lingering demonic Qi in the Nine Profound Realm, and the ambient spiritual energy grew richer.

It, once the world's cancer, became the world's heart.

In the Nine Profound Realm, the heavens were clear and the earth was bright.

The demonic Qi had fully dispersed, and immortal light shone everywhere.

Daoist Master Xuanqing stared blankly at all of this, watching that power which had once driven them to despair for billions of years now become the very source that nourished this world.

A god?

No, even a god could not accomplish such a thing!

This was... the Creator!

He led all the surviving disciples of the Nine Profound Sect, facing the void, facing the direction from which that vast and mighty power had come, and prostrated himself in utmost reverence from the bottom of his heart.

"The Nine Profound Realm pays respects to the Supreme Heavenly Venerate! We vow to stand guard over the 'Realm of Rebirth' for generations, and never to betray!"

The Realm of Rebirth.

Wang Zhize withdrew his gaze, as calm as a programmer who had just resolved a bug.

His will connected to Li Hu, far away in the Nine Profound Realm.

"Li Hu."

"Here, Boss!"

"The Nine Profound Realm has been incorporated into the Alliance network. The subsequent reconstruction work is entrusted to your division to handle."

"Yes, sir!"

"Additionally, use this realm as a base point and expand outward. All worlds that respond to the 'Recruitment Notice' are to be connected without exception."

"At the same time, gather all intelligence concerning 'Ancient Demons,' 'Demonic Dao Civilizations,' and phenomena similar to 'World Carcinogenesis,' and establish dedicated case files."

Wang Zhize's gaze turned toward the deeper, unfathomable reaches of the unknown universe.

This Lord of the Demonic Abyss was merely a 'native' world virus.

Then what would the 'network viruses' that spread across worlds look like?

The corner of his mouth curved up in a barely perceptible arc.

Business could expand now.