Chapter 317: The Demon Emperor

The universe's territory is burning.

Three hundred and forty‑seven worlds that have just pledged allegiance to the Newborn Realm were ignited at the same moment by the Abyss's raging flames.

This is not war; it is a sacrifice.

Li Hu's Breaker Corps, like the most precise fire brigade, rushed to one blaze after another, yet what they faced was the sun itself.

Within the demonic flames, laws are twisted, life is transmuted. Guardians wail and fall into monsters, brandishing slaughter knives against the homes they once protected.

It is a form of "existential meme contamination" from a higher dimension.

The Abyss Demon Emperor, without even appearing himself, merely a proclamation, a ripple of will, caused the foundations of the Newborn Alliance to quake violently.

Above the Genesis Core, the Primordial Void.

Wang Zhize's will, like an eternal star, quietly overlooks it all.

In his perspective, the collapse of those three hundred and forty‑seven worlds is not a scene of living beings being burned, but rather, within the massive cosmic server he built, three hundred and forty‑seven terminals were simultaneously infiltrated by the same high‑privilege macro virus; the underlying data was forcibly altered, changing from a "running" state to a "sacrifice".

"Interesting."

A ripple stirs within Wang Zhize's will, not anger, but the amusement a chess player feels when faced with an unexpected opponent.

This "Abyss Demon Emperor" clearly understands the "game rules" better than the Void Father, who only knows how to delete the database and flee, and the Abyssal Lord, who is merely a primordial bug.

At that moment, the cosmic barrier of the Newborn Realm shuddered violently.

A jet‑black fissure, disregarding space, time, and causality, materialized out of nowhere directly above the Genesis Core.

Behind the fissure, a colossal eye burning with Abyssal flames opened indifferently.

Accompanying it was a pure, decaying will intent on pulling all things into termination.

"Order of the Newborn…"

The grand thought, like a mixture of billions of tons of rusted iron and sulfur, poured into the Newborn Realm.

"Insect."

Before the words finished, a towering demonic god projection, formed from pure cosmic dark matter and the concept of Termination, stepped out from the fissure.

In its hand it grasped a massive axe.

It was not a weapon; it was the concept of "Destruction" itself.

Boundary‑Breaking Axe!

The demonic god projection raised the massive axe high, without any superfluous roar, and slammed it down fiercely onto the Core of the Newborn Realm where Wang Zhize's will resides!

This axe aims to sever not the world barrier, but the very concept of "Newborn"!

Wang Zhize snorted coldly.

His will instantly merged with the entire Newborn Realm.

"I define."

The cold, absolute voice became the universe's supreme constitution.

"All 'Destruction' concepts pointing to the Newborn Realm have priority lower than 'World Evolution'."

"All power of Termination is defined as the Fourth‑Class strategic reserve energy of the Newborn Realm."

"Its 'Boundary‑Breaking' intent is defined as a 'World Evolution Catalyst', designation Alpha‑004."

Buzz—!

The Boundary‑Breaking Axe, capable of cleaving a vast universe, upon contacting the Newborn Realm's barrier, the 'Destruction' divine light on its blade dimmed instantly, as if its driver program had been forcibly uninstalled.

The massive energy within the axe, as if a flood found an outlet, was wildly siphoned by an invisible port, turning into pure streams of energy that poured into the Newborn Realm, causing the world's law network to emit a buzzing sound both strained and exhilarated!

"Hm?"

The gigantic demonic eye behind the fissure showed emotional fluctuation for the first time.

Shock.

And a hint… of confusion.

Its own attack, its own laws, its own concept, were on the spot re‑authorized by the opponent, turning into nourishment for the enemy?

What kind of technique is this?

"Roar—!!!"

A roar of instinctive fury detonated within the interior of the Newborn Realm.

Wang Zhitao, who was digesting an ancient god, his colossal, immeasurable body shuddered violently.

He didn't sense danger.

He smelled fragrance!

A fragrance of top‑grade ingredients, older than the Void Father and sweeter than the Abyssal Lord!

There's a thief trying to mess with his brother's kitchen and even steal his food!

Boom!

Wang Zhitao's figure instantly appeared inside the cosmic barrier, and opened a gargantuan maw, capable of devouring a galaxy, toward the Boundary‑Breaking Axe being "formatted".

Crack!

One bite!

The Boundary‑Breaking Axe, formed from the concept of Termination, together with the surrounding contaminated laws, was hard‑bitten off in a massive piece!

"Gulp…"

Wang Zhitao chewed, his massive face showing a strange expression of pain intertwined with supreme enjoyment.

Gnashing.

But, so fragrant!

"How audacious!"

The Abyss Demon Emperor's will projection erupted in fury, its other hand transforming into a sky‑covering demonic claw, reaching for Wang Zhitao.

But Wang Zhitao's movements were faster than his.

The instant Wang Zhitao bit down on the Realm-Breaking Axe, Wang Zhitao's will had already followed the axe's connection to the Demon Emperor's projection, like an invisible super backdoor program, and reverse-invaded!

【Parsing the origin laws of the 'Abyss Demon Dao'...】

【Parsing progress 1%... 5%... 12%...】

【Warning: Ancient protocol 'Demon God Palace' detected... Protocol level extremely high...】

【Parsing success rate 37%... Attempting bypass...】

"You!"

The projection of the Abyss Demon Emperor jolted violently, and the demonic claw reaching for Wang Zhitao stopped in midair.

He sensed it.

The other party had not only neutralized his attack and devoured his power, but in that lightning-fast moment of contact, was even stealing his origin secrets!

This newly born "Heaven" was not fighting—he was giving him a "physical examination"!

Utter humiliation!

The Abyss Demon Emperor knew that this projection could not harm the other party, and to keep entangling would only result in more being parsed.

He made a decisive call—the projection and the Realm-Breaking Axe instantly dematerialized and withdrew into the rift.

That enormous demonic eye fixed dead onto Wang Zhitao's will Core, leaving behind a bone-chilling declaration.

"Newly born Heaven, do you think you are the only supreme one?"

"Very well. Your world, your coordinates, your laws... the 'Demon God Palace' has taken note."

"Wait for it."

"When the true Demon God descends, you and this laughable order of yours will both become the freshest fertilizer in the Abyss's garden!"

The rift slowly closed.

The universe returned to peace.

As if that heaven-destroying, earth-shattering strike just now had been nothing but an illusion.

But within Wang Zhitao's will, there was now an extra fragment—an origin law imprint belonging to the "Abyss Demon Emperor" that he had forcibly intercepted, writhing ceaselessly like a parasite.

At the same time, there was also a coordinate.

A vague coordinate pointing to some ancient place called the "Demon God Palace."

"Found you."

The corner of Wang Zhitao's mouth curved into an arc that would chill the hearts of gods and demons across all realms.

He looked at the intercepted Demon Emperor imprint as though admiring a perfect work of art.

"Demon God Palace?"

"Very well."