Chapter 330: Primordial Chaos

Banged the door.

No cataclysmic roar that could destroy heaven and earth, no dazzling flash of shattered laws.

Wang Zhitao's massive beastly body, capable of crushing galaxies, at the moment it touched the "Final Door" was silently swallowed, like a drop of water merging into the sea.

One second it was the dead silent frontier of the universe; the next, everything had changed.

"Hu—xi—"

In his chaotic beast form, Wang Zhitao made a breathing‑like motion for the first time.

But what he inhaled was neither air nor energy, but a viscous, violent, primordial "soup" that seemed to predate the birth of the universe.

This "soup" washed over every inch of his conceptual body, causing his eternally insatiable hunger to, for the first time, generate an illusion of satiety.

Immediately after, an exponentially amplified, soul‑deep extreme thirst surged.

"Brother… this place… delicious…"

Wang Zhitao's vague thoughts echoed in Wang Zhe's consciousness.

His body expanded uncontrollably, each scale cheering, every cell screaming.

This is heaven.

It is a buffet tailor‑made for him.

Wang Zhe's will, through Wang Zhitao's senses, examined this brand‑new world.

There is no up, down, left, right; no sun, moon, or stars.

All that can be seen is endless rolling chaotic dense fog; within the fog, massive, misshapen law lightning serpents dart wildly, each collision unleashing terrifying energy enough to carve out a tiny world.

Here is the world beyond the "Door".

A… a primeval wilderness in its utmost form.

"I define: this region, energy stable, order established."

Wang Zhe issued the first command upon arriving in this world.

In the newborn realm, this command could instantly transform a chaotic void into a divine kingdom of birdsong and fragrant blossoms.

But here, after the command was issued, the surrounding Chaotic Vitality only briefly stalled, then was swept away without a trace by even more violent turbulence.

An unprecedented resistance rebounded from the world's underlying laws.

His "definition" power was like a chisel trying to carve into boiling steel; not only did it leave no mark, it sizzled as it was burned.

"Insufficient permissions… or rather, priority suppressed."

The embodiment of Wang Zhe's will furrowed its brow for the first time.

He could feel his creative divine authority still functioned, but here its consumption was thousands of times that of the Outside World, and its effect was severely diminished.

The world's "system" has an older, deeper administrator.

Or rather, the world itself is the administrator.

Just as Wang Zhe was analyzing the law's structure, Wang Zhitao could no longer wait.

His instinct locked onto a target.

Deep within the rolling chaotic dense fog, an indescribably massive shadow drifted.

The shadow resembled an endless mountain range, its body composed of semi‑solid chaotic matter, its surface constantly writhing and growing, with no fixed shape.

It lacked facial features, yet emitted a pure, wild "consciousness"—a primal claim that "this place is mine."

"Roar!"

Wang Zhitao's hunger overrode everything.

His swollen body turned into a dark‑golden streak of light, ignoring space and distance, and lunged straight at the "Living Mountain Range."

The "Living Mountain Range" seemed enraged, and from its massive body extended countless tentacles of condensed Chaotic Vitality, hammering down on Wang Zhitao.

Each tentacle contained a pure, undifferentiated primal law—crushing pressure, tearing, corrosion…

However, these attacks struck Wang Zhitao's "Devouring Primordial Body" without a sound; they were shredded by the swallowing vortex on his body, becoming pure energy that instead fed him.

"Start the feast!"

Wang Zhitao opened his colossal mouth that could devour the universe.

No chewing.

No tearing.

The "Living Mountain Range" together with the vast expanses of Chaotic Vitality around it were drawn by an irresistible suction, twisted, and finally turned into a torrent that surged into Wang Zhitao's mouth.

One second.

Just one second.

That infant "Innate Demon God" the size of a galaxy was erased from existence in this world in an instant.

Wang Zhitao satisfiedly burped, and an ultra‑pure primordial energy exploded within him.

His form expanded another layer; dark‑golden scales revealed faint, ancient, wild patterns that the demon god had borne.

"Brother! This… this is called… delicious!"

Wang Zhitao excitedly conveyed his "post‑meal impression."

Wang Zhe, however, did not share his joy.

At the moment Wang Zhitao devoured that "Innate Demon God," Wang Zhe simultaneously parsed the opponent's "data."

"Not a life…"

Wang Zhe reached a groundbreaking conclusion.

These so‑called "Innate Demon Gods" are not "creatures" as defined in the newborn realm; they resemble "Conceptual Entities" formed over ages by the natural coalescence and intertwining of Chaotic Vitality and primal laws in this primeval wilderness.

They are living laws, walking origins.

Formatting?

It is ineffective against them.

Because they themselves are part of the code that makes up this world's "system".

To erase them would require permission to rewrite the underlying code of the entire world.

And Wang Zhize does not have that permission right now.

What concerns Wang Zhize even more is that he captured some scattered images from the shattered, unstructured residual consciousness of that demonic god's juvenile form.

Under a broken firmament, countless figures radiating holy light fell like raindrops.

A supreme throne of such grandeur that words cannot describe hovered alone in the void, empty of any occupant.

In the end, all the images converged into an ancient, colossal obsession that spanned billions of years—

"Return!"

That word perfectly coincided with the whisper behind the Stone Gate.

They… are waiting for the "return" of some being.

And I, being taken as that being.

"Interesting."

Wang Zhize's will incarnate lifted the corner of his mouth into a slight curve.

Suppressed permissions, an incomprehensible enemy, and a massive mystery pointing at himself.

This sense of being out of control not only failed to unsettle him, but sparked a long‑missed… excitement.

Having been an administrator for too long, he was almost forgetting what it feels like to be a "player".

"I define."

This time, Wang Zhize did not try to alter the surrounding environment, but instead applied divine power to himself.

"This place shall be named 'Newborn Realm·Prime Chaos Realm'."

"This realm is defined as the ultimate law evolution testing field of the 'Newborn Realm' and a high‑dimensional strategic resource reserve zone."

"All primordial 'conceptual entities' shall be uniformly defined as 'high‑value parseable samples'."

Since forcibly rewriting this world's "system" is impossible, first label it with one's own tag.

Start from the cognitive level, categorizing it within one's own "demolition" scope.

Wang Zhize knows clearly that to truly seize this place, relying on "definition" as an administrator's permission is insufficient.

He needs to understand, to parse, and even to… merge.

He must, in this brand‑new "server", start as an ordinary "player", level up again, until he regains the highest "GM" permission.

"Brother? Can… can we still eat?" Wang Zhitao licked his lips, eyes eagerly watching another dense chaotic mist where a few vague gigantic shadows were drifting.

"Don't rush." Wang Zhize's will soothed him, "We are here for exploration, not for sweeping."

"Don't touch the big ones first; start from the edges, target the small, weak 'samples'."

"Record their locations, traits, and even 'taste', and build a database."

Wang Zhize's strategic thinking switched instantly.

"We need to establish a forward base here belonging to the 'Newborn Realm'."

"First drive the stakes in, then gradually turn the entire 'mine area' into our own backyard."

"Oh…" Wang Zhitao nodded half‑understanding; though he was a bit disappointed he couldn't eat to his heart's content, the idea of 'building a database' sounded like 'writing a menu', reigniting his fighting spirit.

"Promise to complete the mission! Brother! I'll go find you the tastiest dish!"

"Roar—!"

The chaotic behemoth let out an excited roar, its massive body turning into flowing light again as it surged toward the edge of the Prime Chaos Realm.

This time, its actions were no longer aimless collisions but carried a clear "exploration" mission.

Wang Zhize's will settled into calm.

He "watched" Wang Zhitao's departing figure, and also "watched" this vast, boundless world of the primeval, filled with unknowns and dangers.

"Return…"

He whispered the word repeatedly.

Who exactly is supposed to return?

Was it the ancient god that once ruled here? Or something else?

And why was I, a transmigrator from Earth, mistaken for the "returner"?

My existence, from the Father of Void to the Chaotic Demon Ancestor, seems intertwined with these ancient secrets.

Perhaps the answer lies deeper within this world.

Wang Zhize's mouth curved with an even richer smile.

Regardless of what lies ahead—friend or foe, earth‑shattering secret or ultimate trap—

He has already decided.