Chapter 345: Omen of the End

Dead silence.

The kind of dead silence that can pierce the cracks of bone.

When that all‑seeing Dominion Eye, which gazes over the ages, was ripped out by Wang Zhitao in one grab and shoved into his mouth, the entire primeval world seemed as if its throat had been clamped.

The roaring demon god was nailed to the spot, the churning chaos froze into grotesque sculptures, and even the ever‑present Law Storm ceased.

The world lost its heartbeat.

In the Heart of the Primeval expansion base, the surviving Dao‑breaker cultivators leaned weakly against the cold alloy walls, their chests heaving violently as they gulped for breath.

The gratitude of surviving the calamity hadn't even surfaced before this strange quiet pressed the breath out of them.

Only one place remained vibrant with life.

The purified primeval celestial vein now resembled a waking dragon, its massive Dao origin surged skyward, turning into a visible aura waterfall that swept the surrounding chaos clean.

On the blackened scorched earth, tender green sprouts broke through, glowing, as a vast Dao sanctuary expanded brutally.

"Hic—!"

A booming belch that rang through heaven and earth shattered the dead silence.

Wang Zhitao's huge frame fell straight onto the ground, blasting a big pit, and he was still alive, being propped up and fainted.

After an indeterminate amount of time, he finally awoke slowly; his form had returned to human shape, but his dark‑golden scale armor had become denser, each plate seeming forged from cosmic star remnants, emitting a dim glow.

He rubbed his belly, his face full of disdain as he muttered into the void.

"Brother, that thing... really tastes terrible. Dry, astringent, flavorless—bad review."

Wang Zhize's will ignored his complaint and instead immediately noticed the change in his body.

"What did you see?"

"See?" Wang Zhitao scratched his head, a strange light of mingled chaos and order flashing in his eyes, "Can't put it into words. After swallowing that eyeball, when I looked at those chaotic things again, I felt..."

I could see how they were pieced together.

All crooked, messy, with many parts redundant.

He paused, then added uncertainly, "Some weak points— I think... I can dismantle them and reshape them into something else."

Within Wang Zhize's will, a new command stream formed swiftly.

"Definition: Wang Zhitao, permission upgraded to Chaos Structure Engineer. Your new task is no longer indiscriminate devouring, but optimization and reconstruction."

"Huh? What does that mean?" Wang Zhitao sounded a bit bewildered.

"It means, from now on meals must consider nutritional balance."

This tiny victory didn't let Wang Zhizhi relax in the slightest.

In his divine origin, a frantic analysis was parsing the Core law fragments peeled from the Dominion Eye.

As a result, his heart gave a sudden thump.

The Chaos Sovereign is not the highest permission in this world.

It is more like an antivirus, a system administrator with preset programs, and what it combats and suppresses is...

some deeper, more fundamental thing.

The End.

The Chaos Sovereign is the End's agent in the primeval world, using periodic cyclical purges to delay the End's complete arrival.

But Wang Zhize kicked in, disrupting the cycle. He personally smashed the world's Firewall.

Heart of the Primeval Command Center.

The spirit of the Ancient Celestial Sovereign has fully materialized, even feeling flesh and blood. He gazed at the dead‑silent darkness on the star map, a newborn fear from billions of years ago flashing across his face.

"Supreme Deity... you... you may have accelerated it."

"When the world decays to a certain point, the End's will awakens. The Sovereign will trigger the Ten Thousand Demons Convergence, resetting everything to make way for the next era's respite."

His voice trembled.

"But now, the Sovereign is blind. The last lock that restrained the End, you... opened it."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Di—didididi—!!!"

The entire command center was flooded with ear‑splitting Alert sounds. All display screens instantly turned blood‑red.

"Report to the Supreme Commander!" Li Hu's voice showed an uncontainable nervousness for the first time, "All peripheral detectors... are completely dead! No, not dead, they've been erased!"

"We've captured a law fluctuation we can't parse; its level... exceeds every definition in our database!"

An indescribable pressure arrived.

It wasn't energy, not oppression, but a kind of 'nothing'.

It was as if an invisible eraser were wiping this world away.

The aura pillars spewed from the celestial vein began to dim, the newly sprouted celestial herbs withered in an instant, turning to ash.

The frozen chaos in the distance hadn't vanished; it had been reset to absolute void, devoid of any substance or law.

Wang Zhize's will‑avatar stood at the core of the celestial vein, raised his hand, intending to define this power.

"Definition: This unknown law..."

His divine origin, for the first time, encountered a wall both hard and cold, immovable.

Definition—failed.

His power rewrites what already exists. The End, however, does not exist. You can't rewrite words that were never written on a blank page.

Since acquiring divine authority, this is the first time he's felt so helpless.

"Brother..."

"Wang Zhitao's voice, for the first time, carried..."

The devouring instinct within his body was screaming wildly, not from hunger but from a deepest‑rooted fear.

It is an existence that even he cannot swallow, and that would instead swallow him.

Within the distant wreckage of the old universe, the body of the Newborn Realm, that massive World Tree, began trembling as if gone mad.

Cracks appeared on the wall of the world.

System Alert exploded in Wang Zhize's will at a frequency never before used.

Warning! Detected erosion of an absolute void concept that exceeds the upper limit of cosmic law!

Warning! The foundation of the world's existence is being shaken!

Warning! The End Protocol has been activated!

In the primeval depths, within that absolute void, a massive, twisted void shadow that cannot be described in any form is slowly materializing.

It has no senses, no arms or legs, just a pure void.

But every being that sees it, whether a Dao breaker or a Primordial Immortal Sovereign, feels in an instant that the meaning of its existence is being drawn away.

Memories fade, emotions dull, even my own concept begins to blur.

This is the ultimate extinction.

Wang Zhize stands atop the Celestial Vein, confronting the End's void shadow that is slowly solidifying.

Retreat?

That word is not in his dictionary.

At the crisis point, his divine essence instead entered an unprecedented ultra‑high‑speed operation.

He suddenly realized.

The End is not destruction, but the absolute silence of all things returning to zero. It is not an enemy to be defeated, but the ultimate fate of cosmic heat death.

You cannot defeat a mathematical law.

But...

You can write an entirely new formula that surpasses it!

A light brighter than the sun erupts from Wang Zhize's eyes.

He no longer defines the End itself, but extends his will across the entire Newborn Realm.

His voice booms deep within everyone's souls, violently resonating at the level of the Newborn Realm's laws.

"I am not here to stop the End."

"I am here... to swallow it!"

"Definition: the End is the Newborn Realm·Ultimate Ascension Ceremony!"

"Definition: the process of all things returning to void is the necessary fuel for the Genesis of the New Order!"

He will use the universe's final destiny as firewood, igniting an unprecedented creation fire!

He will let all things, within the End, obtain true... rebirth!

The End's void shadow, as if sensing his provocation, accelerates its solidification dramatically.

An ultimate showdown that sweeps the heavens, wagering the universe's fate, begins now.