Chapter 444: The True Intent of Opening Heaven Splits the Primordial Chaos

Within the fragments of Honghuang, at the center of the basin, the strand of Hongmeng purple qi finally changed.

It no longer hung still in emptiness; a thread of purple light separated from it, branching into countless filaments that coiled around Kunpeng’s body.

Where the purple light passed, the chants of the Dao echoed, voices as if originating from the dawn of heaven and earth, each syllable questioning the origin of the Dao.

Kunpeng sat cross-legged, his ink-black robe stirring without wind.

The black Dao inscription on his brow interwove with the purple light; the three energies of Space, Consumption, and Beiming layered and seeped toward the strand of purple qi.

The purple qi offered no resistance; it wound around Kunpeng’s black Dao inscription, laying bare the origin of the Dao before him.

Kunpeng shuddered, letting out a long sigh from his throat.

Countless eons of waiting and obsession finally bore fruit in this moment.

He closed his eyes, his soul sinking entirely into the evolution of his own Hunyuan Dao foundation.

All past memories and the turmoil of the Three Realms receded from him at once.

He had only one thought—becoming the Dao.

As Kunpeng’s Dao entwined with the Hongmeng purple qi, the Dao chants grew louder, and a shadow emerged around him.

The shadow evolved: an endless ocean appeared, a great fish swam within it, then leapt upward, transforming into a colossal roc whose black wings swept upward ninety thousand li.

This was the manifestation of Kunpeng’s Dao: the kui form embodied his Consumption Dao, the peng form embodied his Space Dao, and the boundless ocean was his Beiming Dao.

Kunpeng listened to the Dao’s chant, a smile tugging at his lips as his soul sank deeper into the Hongmeng purple qi.

Beyond the basin, within the dark-yellow curtain cast by the Chaos Bell, Su Chen—who had waited months—finally moved.

He began actively activating the Chaos Nine Revolutions.

All three hundred and sixty-five major acupoints within his body erupted open; each miniature inner world spun at full speed, his chaotic bloodline surging like a furious dragon.

His spinal dragon pulsed—once, then again—each pulse pumping a violent force into every limb and vein.

Su Chen’s physical strength climbed relentlessly, reaching the absolute limit of the Pretender Saint mid-stage; his bodily power warped the space within the bell, causing the dark-yellow curtain to tremble faintly.

He maintained perfect control over his power, making not a single sound, as the Gui Xu Divine Axe settled into his right palm.

Hunyuan magic power flowed along his arm into the axe’s blade; the force embracing all Dao patterns circled the axe, evolving into the Five Phases, then into Yin and Yang, finally condensing into a pure edge—the True Intent of Opening Heaven that Su Chen had comprehended.

Long ago, he had merged the thirty-six forms of the Heavenly Gang Thirty-Six Axes into one, awakening a single thread of the True Intent from Pangu’s supreme opening strike, making it his strongest offensive technique.

Upon the axe’s edge, a hair-thin line of light ignited, as if ready to cleave this fragment of Honghuang in two.

Simultaneously, Su Chen summoned the power of the Chaos Bell, preparing for his final move.

He knew he had only one strike—this strike must land with absolute precision.

Kunpeng was at the peak of Pretender Saint; even with most of his spirit immersed in the purple qi, his residual instincts were enough to evade any ordinary attack.

The only opportunity lay in using the Chaos Bell to suppress space and time, immobilizing Kunpeng for that single instant.

If this strike failed, he must retreat immediately.

Though the Chaos Bell protected him, Kunpeng might not be able to harm him.

But if the two engaged in combat, the commotion would spread, and countless great beings across the Three Realms would sense it—faced with the temptation of Hongmeng purple qi, who could resist?

Su Chen adjusted his state, breathing slow and deep, his chest barely rising.

He stared at the Hongmeng purple qi swirling around Kunpeng—if he succeeded, his first goal was to seize the purple qi; if he failed, he must not be greedy.

Su Chen watched as the Hongmeng purple qi merged with Kunpeng’s Dao; Kunpeng had become entirely immersed in the Dao contained within the purple qi.

Now. Su Chen slammed his left hand downward, activating the Chaos Bell.

“Dong.” The Chaos Bell rang.

Dark-yellow light surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing the space and time around Kunpeng.

Upon the bell’s surface, sun, moon, and stars revolved; earth, water, fire, and wind rose and sank; the might of the primordial treasure crushed down, forcibly freezing the space-time laws of this Honghuang fragment.

The space and time around Kunpeng were suppressed by the Chaos Bell.

In that instant, even the strand of Hongmeng purple qi ceased its transformation.

Su Chen seized this moment, leaping upward, the Chaos Bell hovering above his head, his chaotic bloodline flooding every inch of his body.

In his right hand, the Gui Xu Divine Axe, wrapped in the True Intent of Opening Heaven, descended from above, cleaving straight toward Kunpeng’s third eye.

All the physical strength of a Pretender Saint mid-stage was unleashed without restraint.

As the axe fell, space could not withstand it; the path ahead shattered into fragments, revealing profound void.

Where the True Intent of Opening Heaven passed, the entire world seemed ready to be split open, returning to chaos.

The axe’s glow illuminated the entire continent; the Hongmeng purple qi trembled violently, as if sensing the threat.

At the basin’s center, Kunpeng’s soul was immersed in the evolution of his own Hunyuan Daoluo foundation.

At that moment, a thread of danger pierced through from the depths of the Dao.

It felt like a blinding divine light, causing Kunpeng’s soul to shudder violently.

No!

Kunpeng snapped awake, forcibly breaking his enlightenment state, and opened his eyes.

The instant he opened them, he saw above him—a blade of axe-light, carrying the True Intent capable of cleaving heaven and earth, already within three chi of his third eye.

And the space and time around him were nailed fast by a force suppressing Hongmeng.

“Chaos Bell!”

Kunpeng’s pupils shrank in utter horror.

How could the Chaos Bell—something he had sought for countless years—appear here?

“Who is it?!”

Countless thoughts exploded in Kunpeng’s mind, but he had no time to ponder.

The axe-light had arrived; instinct overrode thought.

He forcibly severed his connection to the Hongmeng purple qi; his Pretender Saint origin surged back violently, both hands rising as the spatial laws frenziedly condensed in his palms, forming a barrier before his third eye.

But it was too late—the Chaos Bell’s suppression of space and time had delayed him by a full breath.

In that breath, his space barrier was only half-formed when the axe-light struck.

“Boom—”

The True Intent of Opening Heaven slammed into the half-formed barrier; the barrier shattered instantly, the axe’s edge undiminished, racing straight for Kunpeng’s third eye.

Kunpeng let out a muffled groan, his body flung backward by the axe’s residual force, a fine wound appearing on his third eye.

The strand of Hongmeng purple qi, which had nearly merged with his Dao, trembled free from its bonds, floating back into the void, its purple glow quivering like a startled bird.

Seeing this, Su Chen retracted the Gui Xu Divine Axe and reached out to forcibly seize the strand of Hongmeng purple qi.

Kunpeng saw this, his eyes blazing with rage; ignoring his wound, he transformed into his true Kunpeng form, opened his colossal maw, and unleashed the technique Beiming Devouring Heaven—terrible devouring force surging to swallow the strand of purple qi.

Su Chen naturally would not stand idle; he fully activated the Chaos Bell, its primordial treasure power instantly suppressing Kunpeng’s Beiming Devouring Heaven.

In the void, the strand of Hongmeng purple qi, disturbed by their battle, began fading, as if preparing to leave this world.

Seeing this, Kunpeng let out a roar of fury and launched himself at full Kunpeng speed toward the strand of purple qi.