Chapter 337: The Primeval Celestial Gate

Wang Zhize's will was like a zero‑degree ice spear, boring straight into the deepest consciousness of every member of the frontier base.

Orders are reality.

The frontier base changed its function in an instant.

The massive Primordial Qi Purification Tower was no longer a simple defensive structure; its power was cranked to full, like a starving, raging beast, forcibly extracting, filtering, and compressing the chaotic Qi of billions of miles around.

Boom!

A muffled rumble deep in the earth, the purified land visibly cracking outward, expanding.

Lines of innate spirit stone veins flashing with crystal luster were ripped out from deep underground by an invisible giant hand and flung into the air.

Pure energy overflowed, making the spiritual aura concentration in the purification zone so high it nearly turned liquid.

The soldiers of the Lawbreaker Legion, a second ago wielding law rifles, the next second became the most efficient miners.

They controlled hovering cutting platforms, precisely disassembling those spirit stones, their movements uniform and without any excess.

The colony of the Newborn Realm is forcibly imprinting the first coordinate of order onto the chaotic canvas of the Primeval Wilderness with a barbaric yet efficient method.

"Madmen... you bunch of madmen..."

The lingering soul of the Primordial Immortal Sovereign trembled in midair, its spirit body flickering as it gazed at those innate spirit stones taken for ordinary rocks.

In their era, a single fragment of such spirit stone was enough for two great sects of the Immortal Dao to wage a thousand‑year war to the death.

Now, they are merely products on an assembly line.

Li Hu ignored the Sovereign's astonishment, focusing on the tactical panel and watching the operation of the entire resource zone.

The energy reserve curve surged upward at a terrifying angle.

At that moment, the weakened thought of the Primordial Immortal Sovereign resurfaced, this time tinged with urgency and temptation.

"Stop these meaningless raids, outsider. Deeper beneath this land lies a Celestial Gate. It is from the previous epoch... the final relic of our Immortal Dao civilization."

Li Hu's movement halted; he lifted his head and looked toward the swirl of light.

"Celestial Gate?!"

"Yes! There, perhaps lies the true secret to counter the Chaos Sovereign, even... the ultimate answer to the return!" The Sovereign's voice was laced with reckless fervor.

Li Hu said nothing, directly reporting the news upward.

Wang Zhize's will descended without any delay.

【Intelligence received.】

【Definition: Form Celestial Gate Exploration Special Task Force, Li Hu appointed commander.】

【Wang Zhitao, functional obstacle‑breaking vanguard, responsible for clearing the path.】

"Brother! New job?!"

A dark‑gold stream of light surged back from deep within the mine, Wang Zhitao licked his lips, his eyes flashing.

For him, exploration is roughly equivalent to foraging.

Upon the order, a hundred‑strong elite squad quickly assembled.

They donned the latest single‑soldier exoskeletons, the Energy Core powered by freshly mined premium spirit stones.

"Depart."

At Li Hu's command, Wang Zhitao let out an excited shout and plunged into the chaotic mist outside the base.

The task force followed behind.

The deeper they went into the Primeval Wilderness, the more terrifying the corrosiveness of chaos became.

Here the space was twisted, and the concept of time grew vague.

On the way, they encountered several Primeval beasts scarier than before.

A creature resembling a gigantic jellyfish, each swing of its tentacles could temporarily erase a region of spatial law.

"Earth Immortal‑level power!" the lingering soul of the Primordial Immortal Sovereign shrieked.

But before it could display more abilities, Wang Zhitao had already become a massive maw that devours all, and in one bite he seized the creature's core chaotic origin together with its law.

The chewing sound, crisp crack.

That Earth Immortal‑level terrifying entity, unable to utter even a scream, withered away, becoming a dried husk.

The legion's coordination was beyond question.

With Wang Zhize's real‑time data link supporting them, they could always locate the most fragile law nodes of these chaotic beings and eliminate them with minimal effort.

After an indeterminate trek, the chaotic mist ahead suddenly opened up.

A towering massive stone gate stood silently in the void.

The stone gate was etched with incomprehensible ancient Immortal Dao runes, each emitting a faint yet utterly pure aura.

This aura shared the same origin as the primordial Immortal Realm's Dao laws, yet was older, more vast, and grander.

It is not a branch of the Dao; it is the source itself.

"Celestial Gate... finally... seen again..." the lingering soul of the Primordial Immortal Sovereign quivered violently, emitting a suppressed sob.

Just as the squad prepared to approach, dozens of silhouettes slowly rose from the shadows before the Celestial Gate.

They wore tattered Immortal armor, half their bodies pure celestial light, the other half twisted, writhing chaotic flesh.

Their gazes were hollow yet filled with relentless hostile intent.

"Immortals of the previous epoch... guardians corrupted by chaos," Li Hu judged calmly.

These half‑immortal, half‑demon guardians far outclassed the earlier Primeval beasts.

They still retained fragments of Immortal Dao divine abilities; when they struck, it was a destructive torrent of celestial light mingled with demonic aura.

【Definition: Target Fallen Celestial Guard, defined as high‑value law sample.】

Wang Zhize's will descended.

【Analysis begins... Weak point locked: a law conflict at the junction of its Immortal Dao origin and chaotic origin, an absolutely vulnerable spot.】

On every soldier's tactical visor, deadly Red Dots lit up instantly.

"Fire!"

The beams of Order precisely shot at those Red Dots.

Wang Zhitao roared as he charged into the enemy ranks; his target was not the celestial light but the chaotic origin within those guardians.

To him, that was supreme delicacy.

One per bite, like eating sandwich cookies, leaving only pure Dao energy drifting in the air.

The battle proceeded with a bizarre high efficiency.

When the last guardian was completely devoured by Wang Zhitao, the massive celestial gate emitted a "hum", ancient runes lit up one after another, and the stone gate slowly opened inward.

Beyond the gate, there was neither void nor chaos.

Instead, a small world enclosed by independent laws.

Fresh air brushed the face, and the overwhelmingly dense spiritual aura opened every pore.

Immortal herbs covered the ground, exotic flowers bloomed, and in the distance even spirit cranes fluttered.

Here is a true utopia.

It is like a different universe from the oppressive, ferocious Wild Realm outside the gate.

At the center of the small world stood a palace so grand it defied description.

The palace was remarkably well preserved, merely shrouded in a thick layer of time's dust.

Li Hu led the team, stepping cautiously into the palace.

The main hall was empty.

Only on the wall was a massive, continuous mural.

【I define: information extraction, target: Reincarnation Mural.】

Wang Zhize's will swept directly across that wall.

Countless streams of information surged into his consciousness.

The first part of the mural depicted an incomparably radiant Dao era.

Countless immortals roamed the star sea, establishing the Divine Court, where laws flourished and all things prospered.

Then the style shifted.

Chaos eroded in from the edge of the universe, the Dao civilization fought to the death, and a war that swept the entire Wild Realm erupted.

In the end, the Dao collapsed, the Divine Court perished, and all things Withered.

This is the cycle of an era.

Wang Zhize's will calmly "watched" all this, until his "gaze" fell on the mural's final corner.

There, amid endless ruins and chaos, a new figure was painted.

The figure was vague, its face indistinct; he alone stepped out of a newborn world, and, in an irrational manner, began reshaping the entire Withering universe.

He defined light, and thus light existed.

He defined order, and chaos receded.

The outline of that figure resembled Wang Zhize by about seventy percent.

At the mural's tail, the oldest Dao runes carved a line of text.

The Creator has passed, Reincarnation restarts, awaiting the Returner, Termination of all.

Wang Zhize's will, for the first time, generated a non‑computational fluctuation.

A strange emotion surfaced deep within his origin.

He, Wang Zhize, the supreme deity of the newborn realm, the creator who defines everything, could he... merely a character in a prophecy? A pre‑programmed script?

His so‑called transmigration, his so‑called system, his so‑called rebirth—could they all be merely parts of a larger script?

Who am I?

Am I truly myself?

Or... a continuation of the Creator? A shadow awaiting return?

This thought, like a deep‑seated virus, for the first time, tore an imperceptible fissure in his absolute logic and supreme divine authority.

All along, he has been the player, the maker of rules.

But this mural tells him that he may, in fact, be only a pawn.