Chapter 155

Demon Realm.

A special plane different from the other planes in the universe, to some extent a derivative plane of the Dark Abyss.

The layout of the Demon Realm is quite peculiar: it is divided into nine layers, but not formed from top to bottom; instead, it is like a giant platter.

The first layer of the Demon Realm lies at the very center, while the remaining seven layers are distributed around the first layer, connected to it via special passages.

Above the Demon Realm's eight layered planes, which resemble a platter, lies the Dark Abyss where the kingdom of the Dark Gods resides; it is also the source of the entire Demon Realm.

The most peculiar is the Demon Realm's ninth layer, which is not connected to any of the other layers but lies beneath the eighth layer, like a mysterious sealed land.

Within the Demon Realm, there are countless demon gods; many of them are powerful beings born since the dawn of the universe, yet no one knows what exists within the ninth layer of the Demon Realm.

Rumor has it that the secrecy of the Demon Realm's ninth layer is related to the Dark Gods dwelling in the Dark Abyss; it is a forbidden land cursed by the Dark Gods, and whoever steps into it can never appear again.

After countless ages, the ninth layer of the Demon Realm has become a legend within the Demon Realm; even the dynastic emperors at the very top of the Demon Realm have never truly set foot in this special place.

But just today, an immensely furious roar suddenly erupted from within the ninth layer of the Demon Realm, followed by an immensely evil and vast qi mechanism that instantly swept across the entire Demon Realm.

The entire ninth layer of the Demon Realm trembled violently, as if a blurry figure emanating endless pressure was struggling within, trying to break free.

However, streams of eternal law patterns flowed within, light and dark merging to achieve a certain balance, firmly sealing it inside.

Among the major planes of the Demon Realm, the thirteen dynastic emperors and numerous powerful demon gods at this moment looked in horror toward the ninth layer of the Demon Realm, their minds and spirits uncontrollably trembling.

At this moment, they seemed to feel the pressure of the Dark Gods, a terrifying qi mechanism that surpasses everything.

How is that possible?

How could there be such a terrifying existence within the ninth layer of the Demon Realm?

Could it be that a Dark God is sealed within the ninth layer of the Demon Realm?

Within the Demon Realm, the thirteen dynastic emperors and numerous demon gods at this moment uncontrollably entertained the thought of blaspheming a god, their entire beings trembling uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, within the Ocean of Light, beneath the Dark Abyss, pairs of cold, merciless golden eyes rose, devoid of any emotion, gazing at the struggling figure within the ninth layer of the Demon Realm.

And within the Dark Abyss, within one pair of golden eyes, the power of fate flowed, as if sensing something; unconsciously glancing at the Ancient Primeval Plane, then the gaze toward the ninth layer of the Demon Realm underwent a subtle change.

Within the Demon Realm.

Inside a grand and towering palace whose appearance resembled that of a ferocious giant beast, a figure radiating dignity stood upon the main seat—none other than one of the thirteen dynastic emperors of the Demon Realm, the Demon Emperor Sovereign.

Demon Emperor Sovereign, one of the thirteen dynastic emperors of the Demon Realm, and also the one with the greatest power and influence among them.

After the previous God-Demon War, the Demon Emperor Sovereign was designated by the Dark Gods as the signatory of the 'Primeval Agreement'; to some extent he is the spokesperson of the Demon Realm, the highest-ranking existence beneath the Dark Gods within the Demon Realm.

But at this moment, this Demon Realm's greatest power-holding demon race emperor stared in shock at the ninth layer of the Demon Realm, his expression undergoing violent changes.

After a long while, he came to his senses, as if muttering to himself: "You're telling the truth, aren't deceiving me? The ninth layer of the Demon Realm truly seals a Dark God? In this world there actually exists a fourteenth god."

The moment the Demon Emperor Sovereign's words fell, a strange voice suddenly came from within his body: "That's natural; don't forget my identity—I am a clone of Xiluo'er. Although, having broken free from His control, my strength is far inferior to His, but my memory—hehe—aside from the various gods in this world, I am probably the only one who knows that besides the twenty-six light and dark gods, there actually exists a special fourteenth god."

Upon hearing this, the Demon Emperor Sovereign instantly fell silent, his expression continually shifting, as if wrestling with something.

After a long while, he seemed to finally make up his mind, speaking in a deep voice: "Are you sure I can obtain the divinity of this fourteenth god? Can I replace Him and become the new god?"

Rest assured!

That voice rang out again, its tone carrying a hint of allure: "This fourteenth god has not yet fully gestated and been sealed by the true self and others; its power is far inferior to that of a true god. As long as preparations are made in advance, success may not be impossible—after all, it is still a god!"

Upon hearing the two words 'god', the Demon Emperor Sovereign's eyes flashed with an uncontainable fervor, his breath undergoing uncontrollable fluctuations.

Within the Demon Realm, the Dark Gods are the true supreme beings; no demon god hears a method to become a god without becoming excited.

After a long while, he gathered his inner qi, firmly nodded, and said: "Alright, tell me how I should break through the gods' seals and release this fourteenth god."

Naturally.

A slightly alluring voice echoed in the hall, but neither the Demon Emperor Sovereign nor the consciousness within him that believed it had broken free from the control of the true self Xiluo'er noticed; a pair of cold, merciless golden eyes overlooked both from above the hall, their depths flowing with the power of fate, guiding the emergence of some kind of fateful change.

The Primeval Plane.

An evil and terrifying roar suddenly erupted from the center of the Magic Domain, like an intangible yet vast surge of power, instantly shaking the entire heavens.

The next moment, a vast energy wave filled with endless resentment erupted violently, spreading from the center of the Magic Domain, sweeping across heaven and earth, causing the space of the entire Primeval Plane to seem to undergo violent fluctuations.

This energy wave seemed deeply connected to the Primeval Human Race; wherever it passed, the hearts of the Primeval humans suddenly gave rise to a trace of innate loathing and fear.

The master of this place, the Lord of the Magic Domain, Mo Lianzong, suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of shock as he looked toward a certain spot in the void, instinctively muttering: "What happened there?"

North Sea, underground.

In the endless darkness, at the moment the energy wave burst forth, beams of light suddenly shone from the eyes, shooting out brilliant divine light, as if brighter than the stars.

The divine light illuminated the entire dark space, revealing a multitude of old men with wrinkled faces and gray-white hair.

The aura of these old men is immensely powerful; each is a late-stage god-level existence. If an ordinary martial artist of the present Primeval Plane were to witness this, their worldview would likely be refreshed.

Is it Him?

The legendary ultimate enemy of humanity!

How could it happen at this time?

Could it be that Emperor Shitian has encountered trouble?

Voices of astonishment rang out, followed by mighty divine senses that instantly crossed the boundless void, sweeping toward the Magic Domain.

What is this?

How is that possible?

Is He not indestructible?

What is that azure lotus?

Divine senses emitted inconceivable spiritual fluctuations that echoed throughout heaven and earth, causing the entire Primeval Plane to undergo fluctuations.

Meanwhile, Holy Mountain, North Sea, Nine Yi, Snow Domain, Blade Domain.

In each of these special places, powerful Primeval humans were roused from their secluded cultivation, instinctively emitting strong divine senses toward the direction from which the energy wave came.

The next moment, all these powerhouses were utterly shocked by the sight within the Magic Domain.

After an unknown amount of time, an aged voice sounded:

"Law Ancestor, Fuxi!"

Inside the castle that sealed the space where the Fourteenth Main God's head resided, Shitian stared blankly at the head, which after being suppressed by the mysterious heavenly stele had its law origin drawn away by the Chaos Qing Lotus, and for a moment he felt an urge to burst into tears.

From the day their clan was born, they have borne the mission of suppressing the Fourteenth Main God's head; each clansman expends his own body and soul, as well as the primal energy born of Chaos, to consume the divine power contained within that head, preventing its revival.

After countless eons, the clan does not know how many of its members have sacrificed; the original guardians have now fallen to ninety-nine percent, nearly extinct.

Deep down, Shitian clearly understands that he has practically become the last patriarch of the guardian clan.

When he too exhausts his origin and completely perishes, the entire guardian clan may truly become history.

This is also why, when Chiyou chose to rebel against the guardian clan back then, he did not act against his own disciple but instead let him go.

This counts as a bit of selfishness on his part; as long as Chiyou lives, it means their clan still has a surviving member, so it is not truly extinct.

But now, the Main God's head that their clan believed could never truly be eradicated has been easily suppressed by Patriarch Fuxi, and is even about to be completely erased.

How could all this not stir a myriad of emotions in Shitian's heart?

Glancing at Shitian, sensing his emotional fluctuation, Fengyi spoke calmly: "Dao friend Shitian, your clan's sacrifice is not without value; on the contrary, if not for your clan delaying the Fourteenth Main God's revival with your own lives, our primeval human race might have already been annihilated by him, and I could not have reached my present stature. Therefore, your clan truly deserves to be the guardian clan of our primeval humanity."

"Thank you, Patriarch!"

Hearing Fengyi's words, Shitian's eyes showed a hint of gratitude, then his tone carried a touch of sigh as he said: "Patriarch, perhaps our clan's and the Four Supremes' plan was mistaken; you are the future and hope of our primeval humanity!"

"Dao friend, you overpraise me!"

Fengyi lightly waved his hand, about to say something, when his heart twitched slightly, as if sensing something.

His gaze flickered, and he instinctively turned his eyes toward the Chaos Qing Lotus rooted atop the Fourteenth Main God's head, a glint appearing in his pupils.

The next moment, the petals of the Chaos Qing Lotus slowly unfurled, within which Chaos qi surged, and faintly appeared countless profound and wondrous Dao markings, as if manifesting the Dao fruit of some supreme existence, though they seemed somewhat incomplete and illusory.

Hum—

As the Chaos Qing Lotus blossomed, its roots penetrating the Fourteenth Main God's head seemed to receive a special Dao endorsement, beginning to draw the most essential primal energy contained within that head.

Crack—

A sound like lines breaking rang out, and silver-white filament fragments appeared on the roots of the Chaos Qing Lotus, precisely the primal energy extracted from the Fourteenth Main God's head.

These silver-white filament fragments seem insignificant, yet they appear to contain the most essential power of the Great Dao of this realm, as if manifesting the primal laws of this universe.

"Roar!"

As these silver-white filaments were drawn away by the Chaos Qing Lotus, the Fourteenth Main God's head let out a mournful, almost terrified roar, showing how vital these fragments were to it.

Boom—

The Fourteenth Main God's head, which had been suppressed by the heavenly stele, began to struggle violently again, like a dying flare, even shaking the stele's seal.

But the next moment, a rumbling sounded, and another ancient, heavy heavenly stele fell, causing the head's struggle to subside once more.

Seeing this, Shitian couldn't help but stare in astonishment.

Then he instinctively glanced at the black-robed figure beside him, unable to resist asking the Patriarch nearby just how many faces this mysterious, mighty heavenly stele had, and why it felt as if it were free of cost.

At the same time, gazing at the Fourteenth Main God's head suppressed beneath the stele, his mood became exceedingly complex.

To their clan, this was an unbeatable terror requiring countless lives to seal; yet to the Patriarch at his side, it seemed merely a trivial foe to dispel, making everything appear effortless.

On the other side, Fengyi paid no heed to Shitian's gaze, nor did he overly concern himself with the struggle of the Fourteenth Main God's head; to him, nothing else mattered—the heavenly stele's seal was sufficient.

If the heavenly stele were insufficient, Fengyi still had the Heaven-Reaching Death Bridge within him to press down.

Let alone a mere Main God's head; even if a true Main God came here, as long as it lay within the heavenly stele's seal, breaking the seal would be nothing short of a daydream.

After all, the heavenly stele's essence originates from a true sovereign; it can even suppress a fully manifested Stone Person King, let alone a Main God far inferior to that Stone Person King.

Even though Fengyi's current cultivation cannot fully display the heavenly stele's might, sealing a Main God's head remains no problem.

At this moment, Fengyi's gaze focused mainly on the roots of the Chaos Qing Lotus, tightly fixed on the silver-white filament strands being drawn from the Fourteenth Main God's head.

The instant he saw those filament fragments, Fengyi's mind and spirit trembled violently, and numerous insights into the Great Dao arose within him, as if he were beholding the manifestation of Dao law.

【This is the law-origin fragment mastered by the Fourteenth Main God!】

【The Chaos Qing Lotus actually extracted the law fragments!】

Various thoughts turned in his mind; upon considering the essence of the Chaos Qing Lotus, a flicker of realization appeared in Fengyi's eyes.

In this universe, each Main God is an innate deity born from a Great Dao law, to some extent serving as an emissary embodying that law.

Moreover, the Fourteenth Main God innately commands multiple Great Dao laws, so its head naturally contains fragments of those laws it inherently wields.

The essence of the Chaos Qing Lotus is the Dao fruit transmuted from the fall of a supreme existence at the level of an Immortal King; now stimulated by the Great Dao laws contained within the Main God's head, it has revealed its nature, absorbing all things through the Chaos Qing Lotus and directly extracting those law fragments.

Just as Fengyi reached this thought, the silver-white filament fragments drawn by the Chaos Qing Lotus's roots shuddered violently and merged directly into the profound Dao markings at the lotus's center.

In an instant, at the center of the blooming Chaos Qing Lotus, Chaos qi ceaselessly surged, and countless Dao markings continually merged and transformed, as if undergoing completion and sublimation.

Boom—

After an unknown span of time, a thunderous roar shook spacetime, and a colossal azure lotus phantom appeared in the universe, seeming vaster than the countless worlds of the entire cosmos.

The lotus's roots seemed to pierce the universe's primal source; its leaves unfurled, Chaos qi surged, as if cleaving heaven and earth, it expanded the universe, shrouding the myriad worlds, like a Great Dao lotus blossoming upon the cosmic dimension.

Pairs of indifferent, ruthless golden eyes appeared; light-and-dark Main Gods instinctively turned toward that azure lotus phantom, their depths showing an incomprehensible hint of doubt.

Within the various realms of the universe, powerful beings were awakened by the changes in cosmic void, and likewise gazed upon that azure Chaos Qing Lotus phantom, which seemed vaster than the whole universe.

In a daze, they seemed to behold a new Main God.

(End of chapter)