The once towering Tianji Ridge, piercing the heavens, had now become a vast abyss, ripping through the Tianyu Battlefield. No one knew what had transpired, but from within that bottomless chasm, an endless torrent of destiny’s power erupted like a final, desperate gasp of this dying world.
Yet, within that torrent, there was sorrow—an unspeakable, soul-wrenching grief. When the eruption ceased, it would signify the battlefield’s utter demise, leaving nothing but desolation in its wake.
That surging torrent, like the last blood of this world, carried no resistance—only resignation.
A waterfall of fate cascaded in reverse, soaring skyward. In the vast expanse above, the Balance of the Heavens had emerged, its presence now unmistakably clear.
And it trembled.
The weighing pans on either side flickered with a strange radiance, shifting ever so slightly as if fate itself hesitated.
Moon Xiaoqian and her companions had just approached the abyss when they noticed that a group of extraterrestrial beings had already occupied the area.
Unwilling to stir unnecessary conflict, she planned to move aside and find a more secluded spot.
"Get lost if you don’t want to die!"
Feishuang’s voice rang out, cold and unyielding. The moment those extraterrestrial beings heard her provocation, their expressions darkened with rage. Their numbers reached into the hundreds of thousands, an overwhelming force.
Their leader had even condensed a Natal Divine Rune, an undeniable mark of great power. Feishuang’s words were like a match thrown into dry tinder, igniting a fury that made the foreign warriors bristle with hostility.
With a deafening roar, they charged forward.
However, halfway through their assault, they suddenly froze. Their eyes widened in shock as they caught sight of the Kun Cauldron hovering behind Feishuang. Their leader’s face contorted in sheer terror.
Without a second thought, he waved his hand, and in an instant, the entire army vanished into thin air, retreating without a trace.
"Lord Feishuang is unmatched!"
The group erupted in excitement. With just a single sentence, she had sent an army of formidable warriors fleeing in fear.
"Holy Maiden, we cannot afford to show weakness. We must exude strength, enough to make them hesitate, unsure of our true power. That way, they won’t dare act recklessly," Feishuang stated firmly.
Moon Xiaoqian nodded in agreement. Feishuang was right. With the Kun Cauldron revealed, acting overly cautious might only encourage others to test their strength. Instead, by displaying dominance, they could deter the weaker factions from making a move—just like the group that had just fled, knowing they were outmatched and unwilling to risk annihilation.
Secrecy was impossible. The cauldron was too conspicuous. By making their presence known boldly, they could instead instill fear, buying themselves precious time.
"Buzz!"
Without hesitation, the Kun Cauldron surged forward, diving into the raging torrent of destiny’s power. Ordinary people could not absorb this energy directly—even those who had condensed Natal Divine Runes dared not attempt it. But the Kun Cauldron feared nothing.
As soon as it entered, divine light burst from the cauldron’s body, forming an enormous formation that devoured the torrential energy at an alarming rate.
All around it, endless crimson petals danced in the air. The Dragonbone Evil Moon, too, was absorbing the power, drinking deep from the lifeblood of this dying battlefield.
Flames intertwined with lightning. Serpentine vines flickered in and out of existence in the void. The Demon Moon Cauldron and the Overturning Heaven Seal revolved slowly around the Kun Cauldron, absorbing the power of fate.
A voice resounded in their minds—Kun Cauldron’s solemn words:
"Children, this power of destiny is the lifeblood of an entire world. It is the source of its Dao, akin to the essence of one’s very being.
The Tianyu Battlefield is on the verge of death. This is its final inheritance. Open your hearts, sense it, comprehend it, and take it in.
Those small fry around us won’t dare interfere for now. Seize this opportunity—make your final breakthrough!"
Hearing these words, Moon Xiaoqian and the others hesitated no longer. One by one, they stepped into the river of fate.
With the Kun Cauldron shielding them, they did not need to worry about the violent impact of the energy. They could focus solely on enlightenment.
"Within the power of destiny lie the laws of heaven and earth. Understanding them is essential for stepping into the realm of the God Emperor.
Comprehend your path. Condense your Dao. Only then can you stride toward the future. Listen. Feel. Understand!"
As the Kun Cauldron’s voice echoed, every expert of the Primordial Demon Race felt their minds empty, entering a profound state of clarity.
For the first time, the Kun Cauldron used its own power to guide others, disregarding the constraints of karma and consequence.
"Buzz!"
Inside the cauldron, a crimson petal glowed at Long Chen’s brow. This petal contained the soul contract between Long Chen and Evil Moon.
Through it, Long Chen could borrow Evil Moon’s power to awaken himself. The petal trembled as transparent threads slowly drifted toward it.
If these threads connected with Long Chen’s brow, his soul would begin to return—bit by bit.
"Whoosh!"
Just as the threads were about to touch him, Long Chen’s eyes snapped open.
His pupils were black as an abyss, filled with madness, bloodlust, and an insatiable desire for destruction. He had awakened the Purgatory Eyes!
"Finally, the chance has come. You will never wake again. Sleep forever!"
At that moment, Long Chen’s inner demon had seized his body. A sinister, enchanting smile curled his lips.
"Whoosh!"
His hand stretched out, about to shatter the threads of his own soul. If he succeeded, Long Chen would be lost forever.
"Buzz!"
Yet just as the fatal moment arrived, a golden lotus seed emerged before him.
"ARGH!"
Blinding golden light seared into his eyes. Long Chen let out a pained roar as thick, black blood streamed down his cheeks.
"So... he had a backup plan all along."
Long Chen’s eyes shut tight. The inner demon’s presence faded, and the golden lotus seed vanished alongside it.
"So Long Chen anticipated this... He knew his heart demon would strike."
Seeing this, even the Kun Cauldron couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.
The only force capable of restraining the Purgatory Eyes had been that golden lotus seed—not even the Kun Cauldron itself could achieve such a feat.
With the heart demon dispelled, the threads of fate continued drifting toward him. Finally, one of them touched his brow.
"Buzz!"
The crimson petal melted, transforming into a single droplet of liquid, which guided his soul into his Sea of Consciousness.
A realm of silence.
Long Chen’s Sea of Consciousness was like a dried-up ocean, devoid of life.
Yet when that droplet entered, the entire realm trembled.
The stillness shattered.
The liquid reached the divine gate. The gate swung open.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
Divine light erupted from Long Chen’s brow, palms, and soles. His Supreme Bone quivered—it was waking from its slumber.
The droplet coursed through his body like a sentinel, reigniting every dormant function.
Then, it reached the Chaotic Space.
The moment it arrived, the space shuddered violently. The droplet was instantly devoured by the Chaos Bead.
"Whoosh!"
Long Chen slowly sat up, forming a seal with his hands. Above his head, a bead emerged, radiating an overwhelming presence.
The Chaos Bead had finally revealed its true form.
Even the Kun Cauldron was left in shock. "It actually came out...!?"
Final Thought: Long Chen’s battle was not just against his enemies—it was against fate itself. Yet, even fate was unprepared for what he had in store. The Chaos Bead had awakened, and with it, destiny would never be the same again.
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