Chapter 335: Clash of Order

Boom!!!

The Chaos Storm was brutally torn apart by a streak of dark‑gold light, and Wang Zhitao's beastly body, large enough to eclipse the stars, bearing scorched black scars and fissures, slammed heavily back onto the outpost's golden Light Screen.

The Light Screen flickered violently, rippling with billions of law‑wave ripples, nearly shattering on the spot.

"Brother..."

Wang Zhitao's voice, for the first time, carried a bone‑deep fatigue; his massive frame struggled on the Light Screen, and the areas eroded by the Chaos Overlord's domain were no longer blood‑smeared wounds but a far more terrifying existential abrasion.

The devouring concepts constituting his body turned, piece by piece, transparent and void like film splashed with strong acid, emitting black smoke.

He was hungry, but this time, atop the hunger, a layer of unprecedented weakness shrouded him.

The feeling was as if a chunk had been brutally gouged out of his soul, never to be filled.

Wang Zhize's will manifested as calm as a still sea.

"I define: this place is an absolute purification zone; all entropy increase, chaos, and twisted concepts are forcibly transmuted into the source of Order."

The Divine Decree descended.

The entire outpost, a hundred‑meter pure land built by the laws of the Newborn Realm, erupted in a flash of brilliance!

The golden Divine Authority power transformed into a cascading waterfall, violently washing over Wang Zhitao's body.

A harsh, sizzling‑clattering sound rang out as the black twisted laws attached to his origin were forcibly formatted piece by piece, broken down into pure energy and fed back into the outpost's defense system.

Wang Zhitao let out a muffled hum; the frenzy in his beast eyes faded slightly as his massive body began to contract, reverting to his original human form.

Only his complexion was pallid, and he could barely stand.

This was the first time since his birth that he was injured to the point of needing treatment.

Wang Zhize's Will Core had no time to attend to his brother's condition.

All of his computational power was running at high speed, processing the massive data forcibly recorded by that rune within the Chaos Overlord's domain.

It was neither image nor sound.

It was fragmented, contradictory snippets of underlying law code that nonetheless contained supreme permissions.

【Reincarnation... Destroyer...】

【This world... cannot tolerate...】

The Chaos Overlord's chaotic consciousness was, at this moment, being replayed, slowed, and dissected billions of times within Wang Zhize's divine soul space.

"I see."

The cold will reached a conclusion.

The Chaos Overlord's power does not stem from itself, but from its permission as the system administrator of this Primordial World.

Its duty is to execute Reincarnation.

This is not a simple life cycle.

Wang Zhize's perspective instantly elevated, and he "saw" the essence of this Primordial World.

It resembled a massive, self‑contained ecological bottle.

To combat the universe's irreversible ultimate heat death, it chose a cruel self‑preservation method—periodically formatting everything, shattering all matter, energy, and laws for re‑refinement back to the origin, then starting anew.

Destruction after destruction, rebirth after rebirth.

This is the Primordial Reincarnation.

And the Chaos Overlord is the program that presses the format button, the gatekeeper of this cruel cycle and its sole executor.

Then, what is the Return?

The ancient Immortal Lord's obsession and the Chaos Overlord's hostility both point to this term.

A thought surfaced deep within Wang Zhize's consciousness.

Perhaps his emergence, the Newborn Realm he represents—a foreign, all‑defining Order—is itself the ultimate threat to this formatting cycle.

He is not a visitor.

He is a system upgrade patch, and possibly... the ultimate virus.

He is the prophesied Returnee.

"The struggle for permissions begins now."

Wang Zhize's will instantly pierced the void, spanning endless distance, and descended upon the Newborn Realm.

"I define: the Primordial Expansion Plan is activated."

"Outpost defense level upgraded to Genesis Barrier. All energy reserves shall be supplied to the outpost first."

"I define: construct an Innate Spirit Vein Attraction Array around the outpost."

Under the Divine Decree, the outpost's golden Light Screen thickened abruptly, its surface revealing countless profound golden divine scripts, like an impregnable divine prison.

Simultaneously, the Light Screen extended outward billions of hair‑thin golden tendrils, rooting into the surrounding raging chaotic void.

They, like starving roots, began barbarically siphoning the most primal chaotic Qi of the Primordial World; after the outpost's purification definition, it was converted into Innate Spiritual Qi usable by the Newborn Realm.

This is the most ruthless farming.

On another's territory, drilling a deep well, forcibly extracting groundwater.

... Newborn Realm.

At the pinnacle of the Order Tower, Li Hu and Zhang Mei's bodies trembled simultaneously.

Wang Zhize's command, like a data torrent, poured directly into their souls.

"Highest command received!!!"

Li Hu's eyes hardened, and the iron‑blood aura around him erupted instantly.

On the Light Screen before him, the entire Breaker Legion's formation sequence sprang up instantly.

"Zhang Mei, activate the weapon production line dedicated to the Primordial World immediately! All legion members must complete re‑equipping within twelve standard hours!!!"

"Understood!!!"

In Zhang Mei's eyes, countless data streams flashed.

"Anti-chaos erosion law armor model has been loaded."

"Orderly Qi conversion weapon has begun mass production."

"Cross-realm portal energy has started pre-charging."

The entire Newborn Realm, this massive war machine that just devoured the chaotic demon ancestor and completed its final ascension, once again powered up at full force.

Its goal is no longer to clean up cosmic waste, but to colonize a world older and more powerful than itself...

Li Hu's mission is clear.

He is not merely going to reinforce.

He is going to "enclose land".

Using the outpost established by Wang Zhize as the Core, a zone of order belonging entirely to the Newborn Realm is being established.

In this zone, chaos is purified, terrain reshaped, spirit fields cultivated for Newborn Realm crops, and even the capture and transformation of creatures born from chaos into usable resources.

What Wang Zhize wants is not a victory.

He wants to turn the entire Primeval Wilderness into the Newborn Realm's backyard, a high‑value resource zone that can be taken at will.

Just as the Newborn Realm is hastily preparing for war.

Outside the Primeval Wilderness outpost, the dead‑silent chaotic void suddenly boiled.

The Chaos Overlord seemed to sense that this foreign virus was not being eradicated, but was instead beginning to nest.

A roar—intangible yet capable of shattering souls—came from all directions.

One after another, innate demonic god embryos of varied forms, condensed from pure chaotic law, were born from the void.

Some resembled twisted mountains, some flowed like black water, and others were simply a constantly shifting geometric mass.

Their sole target is that golden Light Spot emitting an order aura they despise.

Chaotic derivatives, like a tsunami of the dirtiest tide, surged toward the outpost.

The Light Screen flickered wildly, and the newly built Spirit Vein Conduit Array was more than half smashed.

Wang Zhitao snapped his eyes open, a feral glint rising on his pallid face.

"Brother, something's been delivered to the door!!!"

His hunger once again overwhelmed his weakness.

Wang Zhize's will incarnation floated silently at the center of the base, watching the siege with cold eyes.

These are merely antivirus programs dispatched by that system administrator.

The real challenge is far from arriving.

This war will be the toughest test the Newborn Realm has faced since its birth.

At the same time, it is the ultimate trial for this newly‑minted creator god to see whether he can impose his definition upon an ancient world's cycle.

This is his divine authority, the ultimate ascension ceremony.

And the Chaos Overlord is the most perfect touchstone.