Chapter 226: Chaos Corrosion, the Source of the Dharma-Ending Age!

Sowing 'non-existence' within 'existence'……

After you first clearly understood this concept, you inexplicably felt a sense of panic—this is an instinctive fear!

For an objectively existing thing, the most terrifying thing can only be its own non-existence; thus the living fear death, and death equals annihilation.

But you never imagined that the Primordial Wasteland would also face such a threat!

When drowning, people instinctively grasp at any hope; and in your panic, you instinctively thought of that lifeline……

"Aren't saints capable of creation from nothing? Why not have them drive out the Chaos that has invaded the Primordial Wasteland?"

You asked urgently, after all, the saints' great power is rooted in the heart of every person in the Primordial Wasteland, and creation from nothing even stems from Pangu's supreme authority in splitting heaven and earth.

In the mythic ages, the various natural treasures used by immortals were largely produced via creation from nothing; theoretically, saints should also be able to fill these voids of nothing……

"Who knew Jin Bing replied helplessly: "We've been filling them all along; otherwise the Primordial Wasteland would have vanished countless eons ago.""

"Then this……"

Jin Bing spread his hands and said: "Put it this way, when the Primordial Wasteland was still small, the saints could fill it, and even a single saint sufficed."

"But as the Primordial Wasteland grew larger with each filling, the demand kept increasing, until even a saint exerting all their power in creation from nothing could not fill the holes that pervaded the Primordial Wasteland……"

"If one saint isn't enough, add two saints; if two saints still can't fill it, then three saints……"

Jin Bing recalled bitterly: "Back then I saw the Heavenly Dao and the Dao Ancestor both rushing to fill the holes, leaving no energy to manage the Primordial Wasteland; thus I thought the chance to storm the Zixiao Palace had matured, and so……"

As for the result of breaking in, Lao Bing's long imprisonment has already given the answer……

Having received the hint, you involuntarily deduced further: when Jin Bing was imprisoned, the Primordial Wasteland needed only the Heavenly Dao and the Dao Ancestor to perform the filling.

Then, as the mess spread wider, the other six saints should have taken their posts one after another.

And when even eight saint-level experts working together still couldn't fill the Primordial Wasteland, then……

Seeing your change in expression, Jin Bing said: "It looks like you've figured it out."

"That's right—although I have no memory of what came after, the path is clearly only one: to leave the Primordial Wasteland that cannot be patched, and go into Chaos to re-create heaven and earth!"

Jin Bing said solemnly: "This newly opened world is none other than the eternal Primordial Wasteland!"

"So the vanished Six Saints actually went to another Primordial Wasteland, including the Heavenly Court and various mighty divine beings, even the Wu Clan and the Demon Race……"

You closed your eyes.

Then you opened your eyes, your pupils filled with a bloody red, and you shouted furiously: "So, are we humans the abandoned discarded race?!!!"

"Why! Why can the Wu and Demon leave, yet we are the ones left behind!"

The Six Saints leaving the Primordial Wasteland to re-create heaven and earth clearly formed a true eternal Primordial Wasteland; its scenery ought to be like the 'Immortal Realm' that embodies the people's finest hopes of the present age.

Spiritual energy is endless, resources infinite, natural treasures abound everywhere!

No mortals; everyone is a True Immortal, Mystic Immortals are worse than dogs, Golden Immortals walk the ground everywhere, Taiyi Daluos are commonplace, the sagacious Heavenly Emperor sits enthroned in the Hall of Heavenly Splendor governing the state, while the ancient Six Saints loftily reside in the Daoist sanctuary, effortlessly creating from nothing!

Meanwhile, the abandoned remnants in the old Primordial Wasteland live worse than swine and dogs: mortals live and die in a day, cultivators devour people to practice immortality, immortals are used as consumables, and the Nether River is left to play with them at will……

"Isn't this favoritism? What have we done wrong!"

Your emotions were extremely agitated, a violent red light blazing in your eyes like flames, as if it wanted to burn your enemies to death.

But the reality is, you can't do anything at all—let alone go confront the Six Saints for a theory—you can't even leave the Primordial Wasteland!

The future awaiting you and the Primordial Wasteland's populace can only be to sink into Chaos together with the Primordial Wasteland……

Seeing your angry appearance, Jin Bing also didn't know how to comfort you, for he too wondered: why did the Six Saints almost take everything with them, yet leave only a group of humans to be trapped and die in this doomed, desperate land?

Humans have undergone their own hands-on education, and taken the supremely lofty 'Equality of All Spirits' as their faith; moreover, having become a main pillar of the Heavenly Court's power, they should……not be so detestable……

……

After a long while, in a fit of anger, you just… got angry!

You finally gave up futile rage, merely sitting dazedly on the ground, feeling sorrow for the survivors including yourself, and also sorrow for this ridiculous fate.

You helplessly believed that this ancient Primordial Wasteland truly could not be saved—even the saints have given up on healing it; what could a mere Golden Immortal possibly do?

The answer of the Dharma-Ending Age turns out to be this simple: the Primordial Wasteland was invaded by Chaos, thus gradually spreading and becoming fragile; the Six Saints, as the last hope, chose to actively abandon it, ultimately creating an eternal Primordial Wasteland within Chaos……

"Our world is like a dilapidated ship, and under the onslaught of raging waves, it is not far from sinking……"

You muttered to yourself……then suddenly you lifted your head and earnestly asked Jin Bing: "If even the saints' creation from nothing cannot resist Chaos's erosion, why is the world they re‑opened an eternal Primordial Wasteland?"

"Because the saints' creation from nothing is not what you imagine……"

Jin Bing scratched his head: "I don't know the specifics either, after all it's a saint‑level matter…… anyway, the world they re‑opened simply won't be destroyed."

That answer amounts to no answer……

Your last shred of hope also came to nothing; you had wanted to ask for the concrete principle so you could try to reshape the Primordial Wasteland in that direction—after all you have infinite trial‑and‑error—but Jin Bing's useless answer shattered your delusion directly.

"What now?"

You muttered to yourself.

This broken ship is clearly beyond saving; no matter how you steer the future, it's only a dead end, so you'll just be stuck at the checkpoint until death, endlessly restarting in a meaningless loop……

Gradually, you fell into despair.

You spread your palm, helplessly gazing at the exquisitely delicate seven‑colored little bird in your hand, while Jin Bing saw your motion and his mouth twitched: "This youngster……truly extreme."

"Sorry."

You said apologetically to Jin Bing: "I'll have to drag you into dying with me once."

……

Lao Bing: "I have no objection."

Jin Bing suddenly gave a self‑mocking laugh: "Back when I was the protagonist, I always made others have no objection; now the tides have turned, and finally it's my turn to have no objection."

The ability to restart—truly nostalgic……

"Thanks for understanding."

You said.

The seven‑colored little bird tilted its head, and then……

Boom!!!

A huge fireball erupted in the narrow cell, almost instantly swallowing you and Jin Bing, whose face was full of distress.

Upon receiving this attack, the Pangu divine power tasked with suppressing this place rushed forward, but the divine power that had never before failed could not withstand it this time!

The nearly infinite sage power concentrated in this tiny space and exploded; the Pangu divine power held for only a few breaths before completely failing, and the trapped sage power surged out with a roar!

Rumble...

A mass of fireball shot out of the ground, blasting Mount Buzhou, which had never moved since ancient times, directly into the air!

Next, Mount Buzhou was instantly refined in the fireball, turning into an immensely thick heavenly-earthly power, which then mixed into the fireball, doubling its might!

Thus, the violent fireball plowed across the Central Plains, and with the loss of Mount Buzhou's support of heaven and earth, the already broken Primordial world teetered on the brink of total collapse!

Just at the moment when heaven and earth were about to be destroyed, a sky-filling bloody aura reappeared, simultaneously suppressing the apocalyptic fireball and trying to prop up heaven and earth...

But this time is no ordinary affair; you dealt Him a double blow—suppressing the apocalyptic fireball was already taxing, and now even Mount Buzhou has collapsed. The disaster's magnitude truly exceeds His capacity to handle!

Until, as the Primordial world faced annihilation, endless purple qi burst forth, helping the Nether River stabilize heaven and earth; moreover, He 'created something from nothing,' swiftly conjuring a new Mount Buzhou to prop up the tottering starry sky once more, and restored the blasted Central Plains.

After doing all that, the purple qi generated endless spiritual aura, filling the dried expanse between heaven and earth, sparking a brief revival of spiritual energy... In short, it worked harder than the Nether River!

Of course, none of this concerns you.

You died; the wrong choice led to a wrong ending... You inadvertently brought the counterfeit Jin Bing into the Pangu Prison, triggering emotional distress and awakening a dusty, fuzzy memory.

Through this mysterious counterfeit Jin Bing, you learned the true secret of the mythic era's end: they did not die at the Nether River's hands, but instead re-opened heaven and earth, creating an eternal 'Primordial Heaven and Earth'!

And the Chaos's erosion of the Primordial world left you with no recourse; you sadly realized you could not possibly solve this problem, especially since even the Six Saints have given up—how could you possibly have a solution?

At the final moment of your life, you were desperate, for all that lay before you was despair!

And beyond despair lay an intense hatred: you resented the Six Saints' favoritism—if they were to flee, why not take everyone with them? Instead, they left you and these remnants to survive on the barren Primordial, living worse than swine and dogs!

This must be punishment, certainly favoritism!

Carrying despair and hatred, you ended your own life.

Of course, Jin Bing's life remains.

But he said, he had no objection...

Ding! Would you like to turn back time and return to a previous life node?

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(End of chapter)