Chapter 237

Luo Hou's figure, composed purely of demonic intent, writhed violently, causing the entire primal space of the Nine Demon Tower to tremble furiously.

The boundless gray mist surged into towering waves, howling like mournful wails, as if lamenting the lost primordial land.

Like Pangu cleaved heaven and earth, his body transforming into all things—this primordial continent was the most precious legacy left by the Great Like Pangu God.

It was the root of all these primordial deities!

And now, it has shattered!

Su Chen's primordial spirit swayed uncontrollably within this storm, like a tiny boat adrift in a gale, ready to be torn apart at any moment.

He could clearly feel that Luo Hou's rage was not directed at him, but stemmed from a bone-deep sorrow and anguish—and even this residual force, merely brushing against him, made him struggle to endure.

Long moments passed before the turbulent space slowly calmed.

Luo Hou's figure reformed, yet within that lifeless aura now lingered an indescribable desolation.

He seemed to have aged countless eons in an instant.

"Continue." His voice had regained its calm, yet it carried a colder edge than before.

Su Chen suppressed the trembling of his primordial spirit and continued speaking.

"After the primordial land shattered, the Dao Ancestor Patriarch Hongjun appeared, using immense power to reforge earth, water, fire, and wind, refining the core of the broken primordial continent into the Four Great Continents: East Shengshen Continent, West Niuhe Continent, South Zhanbu Continent, and North Bei Ju Lu Continent. He then divided the cosmos into the Three Realms—Heaven, Earth, and Humanity—and established a new order."

"Afterward, the Dao Ancestor brought Master Master Tongtian back to the Purple Cloud Palace and imprisoned him, issuing edicts to the other Saints: no Saint shall emerge except during a Great Calamity, and none shall interfere lightly in the workings of the Three Realms."

The moment Su Chen finished speaking,

"So that's it… So that's it!"

Luo Hou's lifeless figure shuddered violently, and his hollow eyes suddenly blazed with terrifying light.

He let out a low, eerie laugh.

"Ha… Hahaha! What a brilliant Patriarch Hongjun! What a masterful union with the Dao! I understand—I finally understand!"

His laughter grew louder, brimming with ecstatic revelation.

Su Chen's heart prickled with unease at this sudden outburst; a premonition of dread surged within him—he feared he had just become entangled in a cosmic karmic debt of unimaginable magnitude.

True to form, Luo Hou's laughter ceased abruptly. He whirled toward Su Chen, his gaze piercing the young man until his skin crawled.

"Boy, do you know why he did this?"

Su Chen, of course, did not wish to know.

He understood fully that this was a karmic entanglement far beyond his capacity to handle.

But before Su Chen could refuse, Luo Hou had already answered himself, voicing his conjecture.

"Patriarch Hongjun's path of merging with Heaven's Veil has failed!"

He did not follow the Dao to become one with it—he sought to reverse the process, to refine the entire primordial Dao into himself! He intends to become the Dao itself!

"But the primordial Dao was born from Like Pangu's will—how could it submit so easily? It must be locked in endless struggle against him. Thus, Patriarch Hongjun must weaken the Dao's power!"

Luo Hou's voice exploded like thunder, reverberating repeatedly within Su Chen's spiritual sea.

"How to weaken it? The most direct method: destroy the Dao's foundation—the primordial land!"

"The Divine War was merely a conspiracy he tacitly permitted, even actively promoted—he intended to use his disciples, the Saints, to shatter the primordial land that carried Like Pangu's legacy! Once the land shattered, the Dao's primal source would be gravely wounded, its resistance drastically diminished!"

"And so-called Great Calamities? They are not inevitable cycles of the Dao—they are Patriarch Hongjun's tools to cleanse the Dao and further seize control of the world!"

Hearing this, Su Chen felt a chilling frost rise from the depths of his primordial spirit, spreading instantly through every limb and vein.

His scalp prickled; his body turned icy.

Every word he heard was taboo; each phrase could summon heavenly thunder to obliterate his body and spirit.

Was he even meant to hear this?!

He longed to seal his six senses, become blind and deaf, and purge these horrifying secrets from his mind entirely.

Yet Luo Hou's voice echoed like the Supreme Dao's decree, ringing directly within the depths of his primordial spirit—there was no escape, no hiding.

"He succeeded… yet he failed," Luo Hou's voice carried a cruel satisfaction. "He thought shattering the primordial land would grant him peace. But he forgot—Like Pangu's created world is not so easily refined! The Dao was damaged, his union with it inevitably stalled, perhaps even backfired! That's why he hastily established the Three Realms' order and imprisoned the Saints—he needs time, he needs stability, to slowly digest his 'spoils'!"

Having reached this conclusion, Luo Hou's demonic intent trembled with exhilaration.

He saw an opportunity!

An opportunity to overturn everything, to render Patriarch Hongjun's millennia-long schemes worthless!

His gaze burned fixedly upon Su Chen.

"Human boy, listen!"

"Patriarch Hongjun's ultimate goal is to absorb the entire Three Realms—all living beings—into himself, turning them into nourishment for his complete domination of the Dao!"

"When that day comes, there will be no immortals, no Buddhas, no demons, no monsters—all creation will become mere fragments of his thoughts, eternally trapped, never liberated!"

"Though I am now but a single lingering wisp of soul, I shall still ensure that this hypocrite's millennia-long plot turns to dust!"

Hearing Luo Hou's words, Su Chen inwardly cursed—he had already foreseen what Luo Hou would say next.

True to form, the next moment, Luo Hou's figure slowly advanced toward him, his voice echoing like a demonic incantation throughout the primal space.

"Youngling, you carry the aura of Like Pangu."

"You have refined my Nine Demon Tower, and your primordial spirit inherited the true essence of Like Pangu's primordial cleaving. This is cause—and effect."

"Moreover, you possess a treasure beyond even my comprehension—its heavenly fate is obscured. I am certain Patriarch Hongjun has no inkling that you are the greatest variable upon his chessboard."

"This is the will of Heaven—destined to ensure Patriarch Hongjun the villain fails at the final moment."

At this moment, Luo Hou's lingering soul seemed to have made a final decision. Countless gray mists within the Nine Demon Tower's primal space were violently drawn into his body, his aura growing ever more terrifying.

When the last of the gray mist vanished, Su Chen felt the power radiating from the figure before him was even more dreadful than the aura he had once sensed from Kill Kun Peng.

Then Luo Hou's voice sounded once more within Su Chen's spiritual sea:

"Youngling, come forth—I shall grant you a celestial boon!"