Chapter 321: The Demon God Palace Master's Loss

Combat at the conceptual level was the most efficient slaughter at the deepest layer of the universe.

The two beams of "Concept Annihilation" light fired by the Demon God Palace Master, before Wang Zhitao's will, did not even have the right to twist into a "singularity" before becoming fuel for the accelerated evolution of the Newborn Realm.

This was a thorough, incomprehensible dimensional crushing.

The Demon God Palace Master's pair of rotating Abyssal Demon Eyes froze for the first time.

The supreme demonic path he had relied upon while running rampant across countless epochs was, before this unknown entity calling itself the "New System Administrator," as fragile as a line of code comment that could be freely modified.

Humiliation!

This was a humiliation more profound than death!

"Roar—!"

A roar that shattered the starry river came not from Wang Zhitao, but from the Demon God Palace Master.

He abandoned the utterly hopeless "code" offense and defense against Wang Zhitao.

He was going to flip the table!

The entire Demon God Palace, this "Demonic Universe" forged from the origins of billions of demonic souls and countless devoured worlds, began to emit a groan of unbearable strain.

On the walls of the palace hall, the countless twisted faces of agony all opened their eyes at this moment, weeping tears of black blood.

He was going to detonate this Demon God Palace that bore the entirety of his Dao fruits, dragging this star region, along with that ignorant allied army and that damned "variable," into ultimate chaos!

"Not good! He's self-destructing!"

Li Hu's power had just been elevated by the "Supreme Law Baptism" to an unprecedented realm, but at this moment, a tremor originating from the very source of life made his entire body go cold.

That was no energy explosion.

That was the final heartbeat of a universe in its death throes!

Right in this terrifying prelude where all things returned to silence, a discordant note—or rather, an extremely inopportune action—took place.

Wang Zhitao flipped the table even faster than the Demon God Palace Master!

His pitch-black body that spanned the sky paid no mind whatsoever to the residual shockwaves suffused by the two supreme beings, shockwaves potent enough to tear through spacetime; he even twisted in distaste, as if dodging something filthy.

His instinct, his hunger pushed to the absolute extreme, locked onto one thing.

A feast!

Inside that pitch-black house that was about to explode!

Boom!

A bolt of pitch-black lightning composed purely of the concept of "Devour," ignoring all obstacles of space and law, savagely slammed into the Demon God Palace's Core Area that was on the verge of detonation!

"Lunatic!"

The Demon God Palace Master, seeing this scene, wavered in his resolve to self-destruct for a single instant.

That was the core of my Dao fruit! You beast who doesn't even understand laws, you dare to charge in?

Yet the next second, his eternally unchanging demonic heart completely collapsed.

Wang Zhitao opened that colossal maw seemingly capable of swallowing the entire universe and bit down viciously at the "Demonic Universe Core" condensed from the origins of billions of worlds, on the verge of erupting with world-destroying might!

Gulping sound.

A clearly audible swallowing sound, through the laws, resounded in the depths of every living being's soul.

"No—!"

The Demon God Palace Master let out a shrill, twisted scream.

The world-destroying flames of mutual annihilation he had envisioned did not appear.

In their place, the energy of the Demon God Palace's Core was, at a floodgate-bursting speed, being frantically... drained by that intruder!

Right at this moment, Wang Zhitao's calm and absolute will descended like a final judgment.

"I define."

"The self-destruct program of the 'Demon God Palace Core,' forcibly terminated."

"Its form of existence, redefined as 'High-Dimensional Energy Block.'"

"Its ownership, redefined as exclusive to 'Wang Zhitao.'"

As Wang Zhitao's words fell, the Demon God Palace Master watched in despair as his connection spanning countless epochs to the core of his Dao fruit was, with a "snip," completely severed by a pair of invisible scissors!

He had become an outsider.

And Wang Zhitao had become the sole diner.

"Burp!"

Wang Zhitao let out a belch that resounded across the starry sky; his massive body began to swell violently, and cracks split open across his pitch-black surface—from within, what showed was not flesh and blood, but an even deeper, more ancient light of chaos.

He was digesting a universe!

"Enough! Stop! That's mine!"

The Demon God Palace Master went completely berserk; he abandoned detonation and instead tried to reclaim his own Core.

However, having lost his Core, his power was plummeting off a cliff.

Wang Zhitao's will gave him no chance whatsoever.

"The final BUG, begin cleanup."

"I, ultimate definition."

"The existence of the 'Demon God Palace Master,' his permissions stripped, his will formatted, his origin... defined as nutrients for the World Tree of the 'Newborn Realm.'"

"No! You cannot..."

The Demon God Palace Master's voice stopped abruptly.

His body did not explode, did not annihilate, but was being "parsed" in a bizarre manner.

The chaotic demonic qi constituting his demonic body dissolved into the most fundamental particles, drawn away by an invisible force and merged into the void.

The demonic laws he had mastered, such as "Deprivation" and "Termination," were like lines of code, forcibly stripped from his soul, then absorbed, reorganized, and optimized by a more powerful force.

His lofty will was instantly purged before absolute authority, leaving behind only fragments of shattered memories.

In those fragments, Wang Zhitao saw a "Primordial Demon Realm" far older and vaster than the Demon God Hall, and a supreme existence whose very name made the universe tremble — the "Demon Ancestor."

"So that's how it is — just a regional manager of a branch base."

Wang Zhitao's will remained utterly unruffled as he filed away this intelligence.

The Demon God Hall Master's "data" was thoroughly purged, and his vast origin energy transformed into a river of light spanning the universe, pouring into Wang Zhitao's formless, substanceless "Realm of New Birth."

The World Tree's sprout grew upward another increment.

Meanwhile, at the center of the battlefield, Wang Zhitao — having devoured the core of the entire Demonic Dao universe — saw his body, swollen to its absolute limit, suddenly contract inward!

All light, all chaos, all laws collapsed into a single point.

A point darker than a black hole, purer than nothingness.

The next moment.

The point abruptly unfurled.

A black-haired, black-eyed youth with a cold, stern visage appeared where he had stood.

Barefoot, suspended in the void, he looked down at his pale palms, then raised his head to gaze at the distant Demon God Hall Master, who was being "formatted."

He tilted his head, seemingly puzzled.

Then he touched his flat stomach and uttered two words.

"Hungry."

At the same time, the Demon God Hall, having lost its core and master, began to reshape under Wang Zhitao's will.

Crumbled demon stones turned into sacred white jade; twisted statues turned into runes of order.

A pristine white tower, brand-new and radiating the aura of "Order" and "New Birth," rose from the ground to become the beacon of law for the "Realm of New Birth" Alliance in this star region.

Wang Zhitao's gaze pierced through this "Tower of Order" toward the deeper darkness he had glimpsed in the Demon God Hall Master's memories.

"The Demolition Office's scope of operations seems set to expand again."