Chapter 327: Divine Authority of Creation

At the instant the Chaos Demon Ancestor fell, the entire Newborn Realm ceased to be a simple expansion and became an essential "ascension".

Wang Zhize's consciousness is completely synchronized with the world; he is the world, and the world is him.

Before, he was the "Heaven" of this Newborn Realm, the establisher of Order and its supreme administrator.

Now, having devoured the primal source of the Chaos Demon Ancestor that represents ultimate chaos, he has also taken "Chaos" itself into his palm.

On the Divine Throne of Creation, Wang Zhize's will coalesces into form.

He is no longer light and shadow, but a solid entity.

He extends his hand and gently sweeps across the boundless domain.

This gesture raises no ripple of energy, yet at the root of concepts it triggers a universe‑scale tsunami.

The flow of time is recalibrated, precise to one ten‑millionth of a Planck constant.

The dimensions of space are rewoven, sturdy enough to support concept‑level divine wars without collapsing.

Elements, life, souls… all the fundamental laws that compose the universe are, under this sweep, meticulously ordered into an absolutely perfect closed‑loop system.

His will is the supreme instruction set of this universe, unquestionable and immutable.

As the Chaos Ancestor's primal source is fully digested, the peripheral zones of the Newborn Realm, once void and chaotic, begin to writhe and roll.

Strange, grotesque beings formed purely of chaotic energy are born from the void.

Some resemble mountains, their bodies covered with twisted crystals; others look like nebulae, flashing with destructive lightning within.

The power of these chaotic beings rivals that of former star‑god‑level monsters, yet their eyes lack cruelty or madness, only an instinctive, absolute submission to the figure on the Divine Throne.

They are the Newborn Realm's "Immune Cells", tasked with eliminating any BUG that defies "Order".

Amid the ruins of the Law Isolation Center, Wang Zhitao lets out a satisfied belch; his dark‑gold armor and chaotic demon aura have fully merged, flowing with deep, restrained light.

He has digested the final Core of the Demon Ancestor's will, and his entire temperament has changed.

No longer the feral teen who only knows hunger, his gaze now carries an insight into the source of the Law.

He casually grabs, and a mass of chaotic energy condenses in his hand; then the mass splits into light and dark, finally becoming a lively, wing‑flapping energy bird.

Wang Zhitao tilts his head, opens his mouth, "Awu" in one bite, and eats it again.

"Bro, the flavor's okay, just doesn't satisfy hunger."

He now truly wields the dual laws of "Chaos" and "Order" as the Chaos‑Devouring God; a single thought can create a world, a single thought can return it to ruin.

Of course, for him, the purpose of creation may be merely to forge more flavored "snacks".

Meanwhile, within the Creation Divine Nation, Li Hu, Zhang Mei, Zhao Wuji and others are undergoing a transformative metamorphosis.

Wang Zhize's will descends upon them.

"From today onward, you are my Law Executives under the throne."

The moment the words fall, Li Hu feels his soul tightly bound to the "Order" law of the entire Newborn Realm.

He can clearly "see" the operation of each law, can mobilize the power of "Order", and every word and deed becomes a heavenly decree.

Zhang Mei's consciousness merges into the sea of "information"; the prayers, communications, calculations of billions of beings across thousands of worlds in the alliance become clear data streams in her mind, turning her into a walking humanoid supercomputer.

They are no longer merely powerful individuals, but part of this Newborn Divine Nation, an extension of the Creation Divine Authority.

"Boss… no, Heavenly Sovereign!" Li Hu feels the surging power within him, nearly bursting, kneels on one knee, his voice filled with awe and fervor.

Wang Zhize's will envelops the entire old universe.

All worlds that have joined the Newborn Realm alliance, at this moment, feel that supreme pressure.

Countless sentient beings of countless civilizations, regardless of location or cultivation level, spontaneously kneel and bow toward the direction of the Newborn Realm.

Their former beliefs, under the brilliance of the Creation God, become as fragile as dust.

On this day, the gods of the universe change masters.

The expansion of the Newborn Realm enters an entirely new stage.

It no longer simply devours surrounding voids, but functions like an ever‑upgrading operating system, formatting the old universe's "hard drives" one by one and installing its own system.

In this process, Wang Zhize discovers some intriguing things.

They are massive remnants floating in the dead silence of the deep universe, unimaginable in size.

There are ancient, ice‑cold colossal divine bodies, fractured world‑trees engraved with Ancient Rune, and the ruins of a divine nation collapsed into a singularity.

These are relics left by the fallen "Old Gods" of the previous, or even earlier, epochs.

Wang Zhize's will scans a titan wreck larger than a galaxy.

"I define: all 'Old God' remnants are the historical foundation of the Newborn Realm; their source merges into the world, their laws become inscriptions, enriching my realm's civilization."

Command issued.

The titan wreck instantly disintegrates into the purest law fragments and source energy, like countless rivers returning to the sea, merging into the Newborn Realm.

The world's barrier grows a few layers thicker.

This act of "collecting trash" lets the Newborn Realm expand wildly like a rolling snowball.

Until Wang Zhize's will locks onto an ancient ruin named "Star Sea Divine Nation".

The ruler of this divine nation appears to have been an Old God who wielded "Balance"; its remnants contain an exceptionally stubborn law force.

"Interesting."

Wang Zhize takes interest, preparing to issue a "Define" command to forcibly format it.

At that moment, a supreme will of the same origin yet entirely different awakens from deeper within those ruins.

That will bears no good or evil, no emotion, only pure, absolute‑zero‑like cold and rationality.

It is like an Antivirus hidden in the universe's substrate, finally activated when Wang Zhize's "Super Virus" reaches a certain threshold.

An intangible, formless thought resonates directly within Wang Zhize's source.

"Newborn God, your existence has severely disrupted the pan‑universal 'Balance' protocol."

"Warning: Cease your expansion immediately."

"Otherwise, you will provoke a system‑level erasure by the Cosmic Origin."

This will, self‑identifying as the Cosmic Guardian.

Wang Zhize halted his movement, and on the Divine Throne formed by the will, a playful curve lifted the corner of his mouth.

The Cosmic Origin's Counter‑Devouring? System‑level erasure?

Since he became "Heaven", he has heard far too many similar threats, yet in the end those threaten‑ers all became part of his world.

He is even too lazy to argue with this "Guardian".

"Balance?"

Wang Zhize let out a light laugh, his divine authority swelling, his voice echoing across the conceptual layer of the entire universe.

"My definition: my order is the universe's balance."

The Guardian's will stuttered for an instant, seemingly unable to comprehend such rogue conduct.

Wang Zhize then added.

"Counter‑Devouring?"

"My definition: all so‑called Counter‑Devouring is merely nourishment for the advancement of my realm."

Speak, and the law follows!

The sea of laws of the newborn realm instantly gained an entirely new underlying protocol.

"Protocol Name: Cosmic Counter‑Devouring Energy Conversion Protocol."

"Protocol Content: All external energies and concepts possessing the Counter‑Devouring attribute toward this world shall be forcibly converted into the world's primal nourishment, with a conversion rate of 100%."

"Protocol Permission: Supreme."

The Cosmic Guardian's will fell completely silent; it seemed to be frantically searching its own database, yet could find no countermeasure.

Because in its logic, the operation of "defining a virus as a patch" simply does not exist.

Wang Zhize paid no further attention.