Chapter 238: The Demonic Ancestor

As Luo Hou finished speaking, his figure, radiating terrifying energy from absorbing the gray mist, moved.

He gave Su Chen no time to react; with a single step, his form surged straight toward Su Chen's Primordial Spirit.

"Bad!"

Su Chen's spirit reeled; in that moment, only one thought filled his mind: Luo Hou intended to possess him!

Done for!

A flicker of despair crossed Su Chen's heart—he knew that even a mere fragment of such a supreme being, who had once challenged the Dao Ancestor, was far beyond his capacity to resist.

Yet, the scene Su Chen had anticipated never came to pass.

The instant Luo Hou's figure touched Su Chen's Primordial Spirit, it did not hesitate—it dissolved like a phantom, merging directly inside.

Immediately, Su Chen felt an indescribable warmth.

It was neither the searing heat of flame nor the gentle radiance of sunlight, but a profound comfort and peace, as if an exile who had wandered endless eons had finally returned to his mother's embrace.

In the moment Luo Hou's body merged into Su Chen's Primordial Spirit, it disintegrated completely, transforming into the purest, most fundamental gray energy flow.

These flows were the very essence of the path he, as a primordial demonic deity, had mastered.

They did not erode Su Chen's will; instead, like the gentlest spring water, they began furiously nourishing and strengthening his Primordial Spirit.

Su Chen's Primordial Spirit swelled and solidified at an unimaginable speed.

The once crystal-clear miniature figure of Su Chen's Primordial Spirit was now tinged with a faint gray hue—not evil, but the very resonance of the Dao of destruction and finality as it existed at the dawn of heaven and earth.

Countless mysterious runes, imbued with the true meaning of destruction and finality, bloomed and faded like countless stars, etching themselves deep within Su Chen's Primordial Spirit.

These were Luo Hou's lifetime of insights into the Dao!

"This… isn't possession—it's… inheritance?!"

Su Chen's mind suddenly illuminated—he instantly understood Luo Hou's intent.

He was not seeking to occupy Su Chen's body; he intended to merge his final essence entirely into Su Chen's Dao foundation.

This was no transaction—it was a colossal gift!

Luo Hou had staked everything on Su Chen, this "wild card" bearing Like Pangu's aura and a mysterious treasure, to fulfill his ancient vow to overthrow Hong Jun.

Realizing this, Su Chen ceased all resistance; he fully opened his spirit and willingly accepted this gift from the ancient demonic ancestor.

His Primordial Spirit was transforming, and Su Chen's consciousness seemed to shatter some invisible barrier—he clearly felt his connection to the Nine Demonic Tower deepening at an unprecedented rate.

Previously, he had only subjugated sixteen sealing runes.

Now, as Luo Hou's essence merged within him, the previously un-subjugated primordial sealing runes deep within the Nine Demonic Tower began actively opening their cores to him.

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen…

In the span of an instant, Su Chen subjugated all forty-six primordial sealing runes of the Nine Demonic Tower.

After fully subjugating the Nine Demonic Tower, Su Chen regained control over the tower that had slipped from his grasp.

"Return!"

Su Chen willed it, and his Primordial Spirit instantly broke free from the source space's constraints, returning to his physical body.

"Hum—!"

Outside, as Su Chen's Primordial Spirit re-entered his body, the Nine Demonic Tower—no larger than a palm—floated up from his hand and hovered above his head, pouring down billions of pitch-black mystical rays that shielded Su Chen, as if restraining something from leaking out.

Then, streams of gray energy poured forth from within the tower, spreading downward from Su Chen's crown and fully enveloping his physical form.

The black mystical rays previously cast by the tower now bound these gray flows tightly around Su Chen's body.

As the gray energy surrounded him, Su Chen felt his physical body begin its own transformation.

He sensed every inch of flesh, every bone, every meridian undergoing miraculous changes under the nourishment of this gray energy.

This transformation was different from the forced evolution of the Heavenly Tian Gang San Shi-Six Axes—it was subtle and silent, like natural growth; Su Chen felt no discomfort, as if his body were simply maturing on its own.

He could "see" his five viscera and six bowels being refined anew by the gray Dao resonance, growing unbreakably strong; his limbs and bones seemed carved with natural Dao patterns, so that every gesture could summon the power to end all things.

Even his already formidable body, forged by the Heavenly Tian Gang San Shi-Six Axes, seemed crude compared to this force.

Luo Hou's primordial energy was reshaping his Dao foundation through a higher-order law.

This dual transformation—from soul to flesh—demanded immense energy.

An irresistible wave of exhaustion surged like a tide, drowning his consciousness.

Su Chen knew this was the deepest fusion and evolution of his body and Primordial Spirit; falling into sleep was the best choice.

He ceased resistance, yielding to the primal instinct of drowsiness, his awareness slowly sinking into boundless darkness.

At the very moment Su Chen lost all consciousness.

The gray mist enveloping his body did not dissipate.

It seemed to gain life, violently contracting and condensing inward.

The mist churned, Dao patterns intertwining.

Finally, all gray mist vanished, replaced by a colossal gray cocoon, roughly one person's height, standing in its place.

The cocoon's surface was covered in countless mysterious Dao patterns, as if breathing slowly—each pulse and fade sent ripples through the surrounding space.

A terrifying aura, steeped in the true meaning of destruction and finality, spread from within the cocoon.

The Ruo Mountain Secret Realm gradually returned to its former silence.

Only the mysterious gray cocoon stood still, waiting for the moment its occupant would break free and be reborn.