Returning to the Primal Great Dao.
Perhaps merely one seed among the myriad Daos, but… a Great Dao nonetheless!
Realising this, Chen Dong’s breathing quickened.
He had experienced the might of the Primordial Spirit Seeds firsthand—on the Heavenly Path and upon entering the Upper Heavenly Realm.
Even when the Ancestral Demons conjured their primal forms from ancient times, those Primordial Spirit Seeds had dared to confront the Twelve Ancestral Demons head-on.
They were arguably the strongest beings in the Upper Heavenly Realm today.
Or rather, to the creatures of the three thousand worlds, they were gods aloft.
No—by now, even within the Upper Heavenly Realm, they stood as deities to be revered for a lifetime.
Yet, mighty as they were, they existed only within the “circle” of the “Dao.”
Once Chen Dong became the Primal Dao Seed, he would wield… an utter, unadulterated dominance over the Primordial Spirit Seeds.
He was the origin—the very source of those Primordial Spirit Seeds!
At this thought—
Buzz…
The twin golden Taiji Bagua diagrams above and below Chen Dong trembled violently.
This time, the golden chains and Dao aura linking them shook fiercely in unison.
As they quaked—
Chen Dong felt everything around him transform dramatically: now blurring, now sharpening, now dazzling with light, now swirling with uncanny clouds…
A rapid cascade of changes.
Yet the starry specks remained, stretched by the tremors into white streaks encircling him.
Simultaneously—
Vast demonic energy continued to pour into his body relentlessly.
It fused flawlessly with the Taiji Bagua, the Dao aura, and all other forces.
Like rivers converging into the sea, they flowed together without interference, merging perfectly into a unified whole.
As Chen Dong underwent this transformation—
Within the Upper Heavenly Realm—
A void concealed an island.
An island adrift in nothingness.
Towering ten thousand丈, its peaks rose in clusters, its breadth unknowable. At its centre stood a colossal tree, overshadowing the surrounding mountains with an air of supremacy, gazing down upon all life.
The tree’s branches were thick with leaves, entwined with vines.
Countless immortal birds and exotic beasts soared within, ethereal mist wafting about.
It seemed a realm apart from the Upper Heavenly Realm—a true immortal domain.
But at that moment, the towering tree shuddered.
The vines, thick as dragons, fell from its trunk with each tremor, disintegrating into ash mid-air.
The immortal birds and beasts circling it scattered in panic, fleeing to the surrounding peaks.
Even the misty immortal aura dissipated swiftly.
In mere seconds, the colossal tree stood alone.
Then, an even stranger sight emerged.
The canopy, once a vast shroud, began to glimmer with specks of golden light, rising into the air.
Each speck was a leaf.
As they turned to gold, they detached from the tree, drifting skyward.
A divine and mysterious spectacle.
In two seconds, the once-lush canopy was stripped bare, leaving only sprawling branches stretching in all directions.
“Stop him!”
“Are you all just going to watch?”
“As fellow Primordial Spirit Seeds, you know the consequences.”
“Stand by now, and you’ll reap the bitter fruit—death and the end of your Dao!”
A raspy voice thundered.
It was the Lord of Jianmu.
As it spoke, the entire island quaked in the void.
Hoarse and urgent, the voice pierced through the void and the Upper Heavenly Realm, landing precisely where the Lord of Jianmu intended.
With those words—
The now-barren tree shook even more violently, slowly lifting upward. The surrounding space cracked with countless fissures, collapsing toward the tree’s centre.
At the same time—
In a stone sea within the Upper Heavenly Realm—
An endless expanse of jagged, eerie rocks stretched out, dominated by greys and reddish hues, with occasional splashes of colour.
A deathly silence reigned, as if no life existed in this stony world.
Even sunlight falling here turned dim and grey.
Desolation, barrenness, bleakness…
In this stone sea, hope itself seemed extinguished.
Buzz…
Without warning, a deep tremor rumbled through the vast stone sea.
Like rolling thunder, it echoed ceaselessly, growing louder as it reverberated among the jagged rocks.
Suddenly—
A beam of radiant light shot from a rock within the sea.
Brilliant and multicoloured, it seemed to contain every hue of the world, dazzling as it pierced the sky, dimming the already faint sunlight further.
The beam streaked like a dragon, coiling through the heavens. In two seconds, it swept across the entire stone sea.
Then—
Boom, boom, boom, boom…
The stone sea erupted, each explosion shaking the earth.
Mountains ten thousand丈 high burst into blinding light with every blast.
In a blink, the sky roared as beams of radiant light shot upward, like divine pillars rising across the stone sea.
Vivid and resplendent, they bathed the world in a kaleidoscope of colours, tinged with an eerie, mysterious aura.
The next second—
A deafening “Boom!”
The towering pillars of light shuddered, swiftly converging toward the centre.
The central beam swayed mid-air, streaking across the void like a dragon, extending endlessly.
Elsewhere in the void—
A giant hand cradled a world.
But at that moment, the hand trembled. Its ten-thousand丈 fingers slowly clenched, emitting a dazzling black glow.
As they closed, the rivers and mountains within shifted and quaked.
The rivers’ waters evaporated instantly, revealing riverbeds that traced the hand’s palm lines.
The mountains, too, were mere ridges in its flesh.
The black glow blended with the void’s chaos yet stood starkly distinct as it surged.
The next second—
Bang!
The hand clenched into a fist, obliterating the small world within.
The surrounding void collapsed, and under the shroud of shimmering darkness, the hand vanished into the chaos, its destination unknown.
…
Similar scenes unfolded simultaneously across the Upper Heavenly Realm.
Like cosmic omens, varying only in scale.
Yet without exception, they all converged toward the same point.
“They’re coming? They’ve sensed the crisis and want to gang up?” The Ancestral Demon’s excited voice rang out.
“They? The Primordial Spirit Seeds?”
Chen Dong stood firm, slowly raising his hands. His gaze turned ethereal, his entire presence transformed. A faint smile curved his lips, “Good that they’re coming. Let them all come. At worst… I’ll sink the Upper Heavenly Realm!”