Chapter 347: Ocean of Origin

With a single step over the Gate of Creation, Wang Zhize was shattered to pieces.

No up, no down; no left, no right; time lost its markings, and space lost its coordinates.

All reference frames that could define him as a god vanished.

He just drifted, or rather, he was merely a thought of existence, nailed into an indescribable emptiness.

This place isn't black—black at least has something; here is pure nothingness.

His divine origin, the all‑encompassing, orderly newborn realm, is now like a supercomputer with its network cable unplugged and its monitor removed—only raw computing power, unable to interact with the Outside World.

His will reached out, trying to analyze.

"Definition: This place is..."

The command was issued, but it fell as if into a black hole.

No, it's even worse.

The command itself, together with the thought that issued it, is reset to zero the moment it touches this nothingness.

It's as if he never even formed that thought.

Since creation, the power of definition has, for the first time, failed to work.

A never‑before felt sense of stripping, like the dislocation of a deity falling from the divine throne to become mortal, brutally slammed onto his will.

"Wa—ha—ha—ha!!!"

A rapturous, voice‑cracking roar, in this void where even sound cannot travel, vibrated with a more fundamental law and exploded barbarically.

Wang Zhitao, that dark‑golden giant that towers to the heavens, was on all fours, frolicking and rolling in this sea of void.

His huge mouth was open, not roaring but… breathing.

With each inhalation, the surrounding void that even Wang Zhize could not comprehend was swallowed whole, as if it were the most delicious broth.

Every scale of his armor expanded, and every inch of muscle and bone shouted with pleasure.

"Home..."

"I'm home..."

A most primal, most pure sense of satisfaction rose from the deepest part of Wang Zhitao's consciousness.

There is no chaotic demon's messy taste here, nor the astringent bite of conflicting laws—only the purest, most fundamental deliciousness.

He felt like a child starved for billions of years, finally diving into his mother's embrace; everything here was milk prepared for him.

His size swelled again, in an irrational manner.

On his dark‑golden scale armor, older, more mysterious patterns began to emerge; those patterns belong to no known law, yet they fit the waves of this void sea seamlessly.

Wang Zhize's will snapped back from the initial shock.

Watching his frolicking younger brother, a brand‑new idea lit up in his super‑star‑level mind with a sudden "ding".

"I can't define this thing itself. But Wang Zhitao can eat it."

At that moment, some Light Spots emerged in the sea of void.

They had no fixed shape—sometimes a twisted line, sometimes a flickering patch of light; they are origin spirits formed in this primeval ocean by the random condensation of the purest law fluctuations.

They possess no consciousness, only instinct.

Towards Wang Zhize and Wang Zhitao, the two outsiders, they showed curiosity and a faint sense of repulsion.

A cluster of origin spirits, like a glowing patch, drifted wobbling toward Wang Zhitao.

Wang Zhitao's eyes lit up, as if he'd seen a dessert after a meal.

He swallowed that patch in one bite.

"Burp..."

A loud, satisfied burp sent ripples through the surrounding void.

The next second, Wang Zhitao was stunned.

He looked down at his claws; on the dark‑golden claws, an ancient rune formed from the just‑swallowed origin spirit glowed faintly, then dimmed.

"Brother," his thought carried a hint of confusion and novelty, "this thing… after eating, the stomach isn't just full, it also gained some… blueprints?"

Blueprints!!!

Wang Zhize's will instantly seized this crucial information.

What Wang Zhitao swallowed wasn't just energy, but the original law blueprints that compose these origin spirits!

"Definition: Wang Zhitao, his permissions are changed to Origin Law Translator & Mobile Database."

"New task: Eat. Choose‑wise eating, package and upload all data of the various forms of origin spirits!"

The command triggered, and Wang Zhitao's gaze changed instantly.

"Eat, and it comes with a task KPI?"

"That's far more exciting than a plain buffet!"

He let out an excited roar and charged toward another dense cluster of origin spirits, like a raccoon dashing into a melon field.

Just as Wang Zhize poured all his mind into this data collection, two completely different streams of information, one after the other, fed into his will.

One stream came from the primordial world.

It was the Chaos Sovereign.

Its intent was no longer raging, but filled with anxiety and fear, like a low‑level coder urgently reporting a bug to the chief architect.

"The gate is eroding! The power of the End is seeping out! My reincarnation program cannot format it! The primordial… is being reset! You must rebuild a new root here! Otherwise, everything is doomed!"

The other stream came from deeper within this sea of void.

It was a particularly faint, yet unbreakably firm, immortal Dao breath.

Wang Zhize's will followed that breath and, in the boundless void, saw a lingering afterimage about to dissipate.

The afterimage wore an ancient immortal robe, towering in stature, but under the void's erosion only a faint outline remained.

Immortal Ancestor!

The lingering silhouette couldn't speak; it merely strained itself to show Wang Zhize a shattered vision.

In the vision, it was the same Void Sea.

The Immortal Ancestor's figure was still solid and mighty then; in his hand he held an unfinished artifact that resembled both a seed and a heart. He intended to plant that Order Seed into the Void Sea to forge an immortal Dao world that would never perish.

But he failed.

The Counter-Devouring of the End erased everything of his.

The unfinished Creation Artifact also shattered into countless pieces at the moment he fell, scattering across every corner of the Void Sea.

The vision ended, and the Immortal Ancestor's lingering silhouette finally exhausted its last ounce of power and vanished completely.

Yet his intention had been conveyed to Wang Zhize with crystal clarity.

"The key to reshaping the law lies in retrieving and reassembling that failed Creation Artifact!"

At that moment, an invisible, icy temptation began to erode Wang Zhize's will from all directions.

It was a kind of persuasion.

It urged him to abandon resistance, to abandon thought, to abandon the painful notion of existence, and to return to this everlasting peace.

"Become part of us..."

"Return to the Void, that is eternity..."

These were the whispers of the End.

It was not an attack; it was assimilation.

"Shut up."

Wang Zhize's will solidified into an icy barrier, cutting off the mental noise.

He glanced at Wang Zhitao, who was wolfing down food, his body covered with increasingly many Ancient Runes that flashed like a disco ball.

He recalled once more the tragic, unfinished scene of the Immortal Ancestor's failed triumph.

A plan even more insane and domineering than the Immortal Ancestor's had taken shape in his mind.

"The Immortal Ancestor sought to plant a single Order Seed. I, however, will define this entire Void Sea as my nursery!"

Primordial World.

Primordial Heart Base.

Li Hu stood atop the alloy city wall; the skin beneath his visor was as black as a pot bottom.

In the distance, the partially closing Creation Gate resembled a cosmic scar that would never heal.

Strands of black vapor seeped out from the gate's cracks.

It was neither energy nor matter.

A mountain swept by that black vapor vanished without a sound, as if it had never existed.

An arm of a Dao-breaking cultivator was accidentally brushed by a wisp of black vapor; the entire limb and its battle armor were instantly erased, not even a scream could be uttered.

"All units! Fall back! Keep an absolute safe distance from the black zone!"

"Order Reincarnation Array power boosted to 120%! Hold the line!"

Li Hu's roar echoed through the communication channel.

The newly arisen Ancient Celestial Sovereign, now the Lord of the Primordial Immortal Path, floated beside him, its spirit flickering.

"Useless~~~" He stared at the black vapor, bone‑deep despair in his eyes, "This is the body of the End; any law, any order is meaningless before it... we can only... wait to be erased..."

Li Hu ignored his despondent words and stared fixedly at the gate.

He didn't know what the chief commander had endured inside.

He only knew that his mission was to hold this position until the chief commander returned.

Even if the price is the entire Primordial Heart.

At that moment, the black vapor pouring from the gate's crack abruptly halted.

It seemed that something far more terrifying behind the gate had awakened.

Void Sea.

Wang Zhize's will‑incarnation bowed its head, gazing at this endless nursery.

"Zhitao."

Wang Zhitao, who had been wolfing down food, stopped, let out a satisfied belch, and his body's countless Ancient Runes flashed like a scrolling marquee.

"Brother, what's up?"

"Food, plenty enough. But from now on, you are no longer a diner."

In Wang Zhize's voice was the authority of a creator god that permits no refusal.

"You are my sowing machine."

"Go, use your devouring power to locate each fragment of the Immortal Ancestor's Creation Artifact, and then... plant them!"

"I will forge the first epoch belonging solely to the Newborn Realm upon this ruin of the End!!!"