Chapter 342: The Edge of Xian Dao Technology

At the moment the Apocalypse Thunder was reversed, the entire Primal Battlefield fell silent.

That destructive will that sought to devour all things, resonating with the law forged by countless demon gods, vanished just like that.

The scorching Chaotic Sea seemed to be paused, a legion of abstract‑looking primordial demon gods froze in place, and in their blood‑red eyes, for the first time, a hint of bewilderment and fear emerged.

The root of their existence, their supreme command source, just received an incomprehensible brutal strike.

Panic erupted like a plague.

The demon‑god army began to scatter, abandoning formation, turning back to plunge into the depths of chaos as if evading some predator's nemesis.

The Heart of the Primal Wilderness could finally catch a breath.

The light of the Order Reincarnation Array retracted, revealing beneath it an alloy fortress riddled with craters and the exhausted Xian Dao Breaker Corps.

The soldiers braced their Spiritual Power rifles, exhaling white vapor, their sweat soaking the inner lining of their battle armor.

Yet not a single one fell. Their backs stood as straight as the rifles, eyes piercing through smoke and residual energy, fixed on the pure white figure atop the highest tower.

That was not fatigue, but burning zeal.

"Medical units, move in and tally casualties."

"Engineering, immediately commence emergency repairs on Vitality Purification Towers One through Seven."

Li Hu's voice rang calmly through the command system in every corner.

He issued command after command, organizing the repair work; his face, illuminated by the data screens, showed no trace of triumph, only a death‑like focus.

Within the command center, a spirit was undergoing a massive transformation.

The lingering soul of the Primordial Immortal Patriarch, after absorbing the scattered Apocalypse Power that Wang Zhize had redefined, caused the originally ethereal spirit to solidify at super speed.

The light no longer flickered; it contracted steadily, becoming restrained, and even on the surface of his spirit began to outline a thin, flesh‑like contour.

He lowered his head, watching his hand become increasingly distinct, feeling that familiar yet alien power.

"So this is that man's method..."

"Turning an epoch‑ending Apocalypse into a source of creation."

"This is not a divine art, not a law; this is—Creation."

"Xian Dao Technology Research Institute, data analysis complete."

A message slammed directly into Wang Zhize's will.

In the institute's virtual conference room, the chief scientist stared at the newly reversed Apocalypse Power data model, eyes gleaming.

"Report to the commander, we have successfully deciphered its Core structure. Based on this, the new Apocalypse Suppression Rune has completed theoretical construction and preliminary testing."

"Begin mass production immediately, upgrade all individual weapons and Concept Bombs."

Wang Zhize's order was issued at once.

Soon, the first batch of upgraded weapons was delivered to the city walls. A soldier picked up a Spiritual Power rifle whose barrel bore a jet‑black rune that seemed to swallow light.

He infused Spiritual Power into it, and the tip of the energy blade at the muzzle also took on a streak of the same black.

He pulled the trigger toward a distant remnant demon‑god husk.

What was fired was not pure blade light, but a thin black filament.

The filament struck the husk without exploding or piercing.

That husk, as hard as divine iron, began a silent disintegration from the point of impact; the chaotic law that formed it was suppressed from its root, erased, and turned into primordial particles that dispersed.

The damage struck directly at the conceptual level.

At the other end of the battlefield, Wang Zhitao let out a loud belch.

His mountain‑like frame shrank, reverting to human shape.

He rubbed his belly, a satisfied grin on his face from being stuffed. This time, he was no longer the hunger‑driven frenzy of before; his eyes were clear, even a hint of contemplation.

"Brother."

His thought was transmitted directly to Wang Zhize.

"Those things... aren't tasty, but after consuming them, I can see how they are pieced together."

"Some of the weaker ones, I think... I can reshape them into other forms."

Wang Zhize's will seized upon that point.

"Definition: Wang Zhitao, permission upgraded to Chaos Law Analyzer."

"Your new mission is no longer indiscriminate devouring. Follow the coordinates I give you and analyze specific targets."

Streams of data flooded Wang Zhitao's mind, a detailed list marking dozens of ancient demon gods with unique law structures.

Wang Zhitao licked his lips, new brilliance flashing in his eyes.

This seemed more interesting than mere consumption.

As the demon‑god tide receded, the No. 1 Spirit‑Energy crop inside the base, nourished doubly by back‑flowing chaotic Qi and Newborn Realm Law, began to grow wildly.

Each plant became crystal‑clear, radiating a halo, with leaves condensing abundant Spiritual Power clusters, yielding a massive increase.

Farming is the foundation that sustains the war.

The post‑war conference convened in the command center.

Li Hu stood before the star map, his expression stone‑cold.

"Report to the commander, we repelled this assault, but peripheral sensors indicate the total chaos‑energy index of the Primal World has not decreased. The Chaos Overlord's will still shrouds the entire world; it is merely dormant."

"It's charging a big move."

Wang Zhize's gaze did not linger on the red threat zones of the star map, but turned toward deeper darkness.

At the moment the Apocalypse Thunder was reversed, deep within the Primal Wilderness, the ancient monsters long suppressed by the Chaos Overlord for countless epochs seemed to awaken.

Faint yet resilient will‑waves rose like tiny bubbles from the silent sea floor, traversing great distances and emitting vague signals.

What are they calling...?

Simultaneously, Wang Zhize's will also locked onto the Chaos Overlord itself.

It does not retreat. It is in the Core of the Primal Wilderness, conducting some kind of system upgrade.

It is actively absorbing, merging older, stronger chaos laws, to update its own form of existence.

Wang Zhize completely chewed and parsed the Ancient Rune energy, which resembled the Final Gate, within the body of the Primordial Immortal Sovereign, and merged part of its permissions into the Array Core of the Heart of the Primal Wilderness.

Buzz!

The entire base's defense system gained an additional layer of basal resistance against the power of the End.

"Command change."

Wang Zhize's voice rang out in the command center.

"The definition of the Heart of the Primal Wilderness is changed from Exploration Base to Law Anchor."

"We no longer guard it."

His gaze swept over Li Hu.

"Form the Pioneers Legion. Mission objective: expand outward, purify the surrounding chaos zones, and spread our order."

Li Hu suddenly lifted his head, fire uncontainable blazing in his eyes.

"Yes!!!"

Wang Zhize's will once again delved deep into the analysis of the Chaos Sovereign system upgrade.

He made a new discovery. Deep within the law code of the Sovereign's reconstruction, he seized some scattered ancient fragments whose permissions exceed those of the Sovereign itself.

These codes are more tightly linked to the End.

This indicates that the Chaos Sovereign may not be the world's ultimate Admin; above it lies an older secret closer to the world's essence.

Wang Zhize's will incarnate, strolling to the summit of the newly repaired Heart of the Primal Wilderness's highest tower.

He looked down at the land beneath his feet, being rewritten inch by inch by his order.

The once chaotic sky has already been illuminated by the light of countless Vitality Purification Towers.

In the distance, chaos is being driven back, revealing black, fertile soil capable of cultivating Spirit Energy No. 1.

This is only just beginning.

The true contest's curtain has just been drawn.

Below, Li Hu has already begun gathering the elite Immortal Path Breakers.

They will form the first Pioneers Legion, equipped with End Suppression Weapons, using Wang Zhitao's Chaos Analysis as a spear, proactively stepping into that unknown chaos.

Wang Zhize's gaze pierced the chaotic mist, aiming toward the deepest part of the Primal Wilderness.

He intends to bring the newborn realm and completely rewrite this ancient world's fate.

A war called colonization is about to begin.