Chapter 331: The Primordial Wilderness Farming Plan

"Roar!"

Wang Zhitao's roar erupted in the chaos — less a sound than the release of a pure concept of "devouring."

His massive beast body, like a runaway dark-gold meteor, charged wildly through this primordial "soup."

A chaos creature that looked like twisted coral had just barely coalesced, and before it could even announce its existence, he bit off half its body in one gulp.

"Crispy crunch, chicken flavor!" Wang Zhitao's muddled thought echoed in Wang Zhize's consciousness.

The next second, he pounced on another writhing shadow, one that resembled a living mountain range.

Wang Zhize's will avatar hovered above Wang Zhitao's head, calmly observing everything.

This world was too "fat."

High-purity origin energy aggregates lay scattered everywhere; to Wang Zhitao, this was an all-you-can-eat paradise.

But to Wang Zhize, trouble lurked everywhere here.

He raised his hand, divine sense surging.

"I define: with this body as the center, within a radius of one light-year, construct a temporary law anchor point, stabilize the chaos, and establish order."

The command was issued.

In the Realm of Newborn, this divine decree would have been enough to instantly create a stable galaxy.

But here, his divine authority power was like a clay ox entering the sea — it stirred up only an insignificant ripple in the viscous chaos primordial Qi around him, and was immediately scoured, torn apart, and assimilated by the far more violent primordial laws.

A resistance as heavy as billions of stars rebounded from the depths of this world's underlying logic, slamming brutally into Wang Zhize's will.

His will avatar swayed violently; the divine power consumed far exceeded expectations.

"System version incompatible…"

Wang Zhize was not angered in the least; instead, he found it interesting.

The laws here were ancient, savage, and… exclusionary.

His "Definition" divine authority was like a top-tier application trying to run on ancient hardware with no operating system installed — hitting walls at every turn.

Just then, Wang Zhitao, who was gorging himself, suddenly stopped.

He had just swallowed a chaos crystal that radiated iridescent flowing light — the thing had burst forth from the body of a chaos creature resembling a giant jellyfish.

"Bro… this one… is different…"

Wang Zhitao let out a burp, and a strange energy dissolved within his body.

Almost in the same instant, deep within Wang Zhize's consciousness, that ancient whisper sounded again.

But this time, it was no longer a vague murmur.

It was a fragmented ballad — no concrete words, yet filled with an ineffable sorrow and desolation, like a civilization's final elegy on its deathbed.

Within the ballad's melody was interwoven a wisp of an extremely faint yet incomparably familiar aura of Immortal Dao laws.

This aura was identical to the origin he had once sensed in the Taichu Immortal Realm, yet even more ancient and pure.

"The source…" Wang Zhize's will avatar narrowed his eyes slightly.

Could it be that the root of the so-called Immortal Dao civilization of the old universe lay right here in this primordial wilderness?

That sorrowful ballad, like an invisible coordinate, pointed toward the deeper reaches of the Chaos Sea.

"Let's go take a look."

"Sure thing, Bro! There's something tasty calling me from over there!"

Wang Zhitao's understanding was always this simple and direct.

His massive body gave a sudden whip of its tail, and following that faint intuitive guidance, he tore through layer upon layer of chaos mist and plunged straight in.

After charging and crashing for who knows how long, the roiling chaos primordial Qi ahead suddenly thinned out.

A ruined palace appeared before them without any warning.

It was an architectural relic whose grandeur could not be described in words; even with only broken walls and crumbling ruins remaining, its former glory was still visible.

The palace's main body was forged from a translucent crystal stone, its surface flowing with faint immortal light — like a candle guttering in the wind — stubbornly pushing back the violent chaos primordial Qi around it, guarding the last pure land.

This scene was like seeing an ice sculpture in the middle of a boiling lava lake.

Full of contradiction and unreality.

"Bro, here… can't eat." Wang Zhitao's instinct made him feel a trace of awe toward this palace, and his appetite diminished considerably.

Wang Zhize's will avatar drifted down slowly, stepping onto the cracked crystal plaza.

His divine sense swept across the entire ruin.

In the deepest part of the palace, inside a side hall that was still relatively intact, he "saw" a "person."

It was a figure seated cross-legged, wearing ancient immortal robes, but half of his body had already been eroded by pitch-black chaos primordial Qi, transformed into writhing, irregular chaos matter.

His aura maintained a fragile balance with great difficulty, caught between immortal and demonic, between life and death.

When Wang Zhize's will avatar appeared at the hall's entrance, that figure suddenly raised his head.

In his one eye that still retained human form, an incredible ecstasy erupted first, then quickly dimmed, turning into endless despair and sorrow.

"You… you have finally returned…"

His voice was hoarse and dry, like two pieces of rusted metal grinding against each other.

"But… everything is too late… too late…"

"Who are you?" Wang Zhize's will asked calmly.

"I… am the Taigu Immortal Venerable… I am… the last… heaven-opening living being in this primordial wilderness…"

The Taigu Immortal Venerable struggled to utter his own title; the half of his body eroded by chaos writhed violently, as if even speaking was accelerating his collapse.

"Outsider… a new god… bearing the aura of a 'Returner'…" he stared fixedly at Wang Zhize, "Leave! Get out of here! The masters of chaos… have already awakened from their slumber! They sensed the opening of the 'Gate'… and they sensed your aura!"

"They… are the true masters of this primordial wilderness! They are the monsters that devoured the 'Heaven-Opening Divine Court'!"

"I beg you… save me… take me away from this prison…" The Immortal Venerable's tone shifted from warning to pleading in an instant, "I know the secret of the Divine Court's fall! I know the weaknesses of those masters! I… I am a living history book! I am useful!"

To survive, he didn't hesitate to sacrifice his greatest value.

Wang Zhize fell silent.

A living database.

That value is indeed huge.

Saving him would require expending massive divine power to combat the law erosion of the entire primordial world, and it would fully expose his coordinates, attracting those so‑called "Chaos Overlords".

If we don't save him and let him be assimilated by chaos, these precious ancient data will vanish along with him.

"The risk of demolition is too high, and the cost is uncontrollable…" Wang Zhize's mind raced. "Looks like we need a different approach."

"First handle the infrastructure, then discuss expansion."

A brand‑new plan took shape in his mind.

"I can't immediately strip you from the chaos erosion," Wang Zhize said, his voice devoid of emotion yet carrying a convincing force, "but I can create a temporary 'purification zone' for you, delaying your collapse."

"In exchange, you must tell me everything about this world."

This wasn't a negotiation; it was a notice.

Before the Primordial Immortal Patriarch could respond, Wang Zhize had already issued a new command to Wang Zhitao.

"Zhitao, take this palace as the center and clear out all the messy junk around it for me!"

"Then surround it outside, and don't let anything come near here!"

"Alright! Brother! I've long found those guys unsightly! That's what you call 'self‑motivated land‑grabbing', right?"

Wang Zhitao let out an excited roar, his massive body bursting from the palace, beginning his work as both 'security' and 'scavenger'.

He doesn't understand what "farming" is, but he knows this is about demarcating his older brother's new canteen.

Wang Zhize's will‑manifestation floated before the Primordial Immortal Patriarch, extended a finger, and pointed at the other's forehead.

"My definition: law resonance, information extraction."

A gentle divine force seeped in, carefully beginning to read the Patriarch's fragmented memories.

Meanwhile.

Newborn Realm, Supreme Divine Palace.

In front of the massive data Light Screen, Zhang Mei's expression grew solemn.

"After the boss entered the 'Primordial Wild Realm', the consumption rate of our world's origin has increased three hundredfold! The world barrier is enduring a high‑intensity law shock from an unknown dimension!"

Beside them, Li Hu clenched his fists, the knuckles creaking.

"Sister Mei, the boss is over there—did he run into big trouble?"

"I don't know," Zhang Mei shook her head, a torrent of data flashing in her eyes. "The boss just sent back a command for us to launch the 'Primordial Adaptation Project', researching how to 'seed' our law system onto this primitive land."

She looked at the 'safe zone' on the Light Screen, a lone, ruined palace left after Wang Zhitao violently cleared the area.

"Boss… he doesn't seem to intend to leave."

"He wants to carve out a … test field belonging to us within the enemy's lair."