“At worst… I’ll sink the Upper Heaven Realm!”
The words were domineering and resolute, reverberating through the entire Upper Heaven Realm.
When Chen Dong fully comprehended everything, all his doubts were completely resolved.
The Primordial Spirit Seed suppressed the Human Path, attempting to domesticate it as mere fodder. Wasn’t this just imprisoning the Human Path within a confined circle?
And in this Upper Heaven Realm, wasn’t the Primordial Spirit Seed doing the same to all living beings?
If defeating the Primordial Spirit Seed meant destroying the Upper Heaven Realm, wouldn’t that be a form of breaking down to rebuild for the current Upper Heaven Realm?
A price must be paid.
Only by enduring the cost could one earn the right to usher in a new realm.
“Hiss~ Roar.”
Chen Dong raised his hands high, his lips slowly parting, and a muffled roar, like the beating of a drum, erupted from deep within his throat.
It was like heavy breathing, yet also the purest of roars.
This single sound shook the entire realm, clearly reaching every corner of the Upper Heaven Realm.
The overwhelming pressure of the Dao Seed blanketed the realm.
All living beings, upon hearing this roar, simultaneously felt a primal fear surge from the depths of their bloodlines.
In an instant, countless beings knelt or collapsed to the ground.
Regardless of their cultivation or the strength of their bloodlines, they all fell in that moment. The only difference was whether they knelt or fully prostrated themselves.
Looking down on the Upper Heaven Realm from above, one could witness a terrifying scene.
All living beings in the Upper Heaven Realm, at the same moment, fell like wheat before an autumn wind, collapsing uniformly.
Beasts lay flat.
Flying birds and beasts soaring in the skies plummeted to the earth like snowflakes.
Even grass, trees, and flowers bent low at this moment, with weaker plants snapping outright under the strain.
…
This horrifying scene was triggered solely by Chen Dong’s low, rumbling roar.
It brought an apocalyptic terror to the Upper Heaven Realm.
Even a single Primordial Spirit Seed could never achieve such a feat.
The Primordial Spirit Seed… was still within the Dao.
Their only distinction was being the second batch of beings born after the Twelve Ancestral Demons, challenging the Twelve Ancestral Demons and inverting the world’s definition of “demon.”
But they… were still within the Dao.
Yet, Chen Dong, having gathered the ultimate power of the world and transformed toward the origin of the Dao, exuded a pressure far surpassing the Primordial Spirit Seeds and even the Twelve Ancestral Demons.
This was akin to bloodline suppression, yet far beyond it.
His words carried the weight of law.
He was the Dao, and the Dao was him!
He had reached the origin.
From one comes two, from two comes three, from three come all things.
Chen Dong was now… that “one”!
He was the one that escaped from the fifty paths of the Great Dao.
In the Upper Heaven Realm, all things cowered.
Even rivers and seas fell into absolute stillness.
Mountains trembled faintly, as if in fear, some silently splitting into ravines.
The earth itself cracked, fissuring inch by inch.
Even when cracks appeared beneath living beings, swallowing them into chasms, they offered no resistance.
Living beings froze.
Mountains, rivers, and all things submitted to Chen Dong’s roar.
Because… they, too, were born of the Dao.
…
In the Southern Border Immortal Forest, ancient trees that had stood for countless years now bent like wheat in an autumn field.
Within the Forgotten Village.
Da Mang and the other four stood before the village’s guardian tree.
The five gazed solemnly at the tree, their expressions varied.
Yet, without exception, their eyes burned with fervor and excitement—except for the blind man.
At this moment, the guardian tree shimmered with radiant golden light, dazzling and divine.
They… were the only beings in the Upper Heaven Realm, aside from the Primordial Spirit Seeds, who could stand upright, unaffected by Chen Dong’s roar.
It was as if… the entire Forgotten Village was isolated from the rest of the Upper Heaven Realm.
“I never expected… it would happen so quickly…” Old Thing said, hands behind his back, voice heavy with emotion.
“Indeed.”
The frail man, with long hair flowing, looked desolate, “That kid… could he have encountered some terrifying force that caused all the powers within him to erupt prematurely?”
“But… what kind of force could make him erupt so soon?”
The cripple, leaning on his crutch, was utterly baffled, “Based on my initial estimate, even if that kid left the Southern Border Immortal Forest, he still had a long way to go. He needed to traverse the entire Upper Heaven Realm. There’s no way he could’ve reached this point so quickly!”
The little kid, unusually mature, exuded a weathered air that surpassed even Old Thing’s.
“No matter… we’ll take action!”
The kid gave a faint smile, “Whatever caused his powers to erupt prematurely and reach this point, it’s an opportunity for us. Isn’t this the day we’ve been waiting for, to step forward? Even if he’s missing a piece, we and this tree will fill that gap for him.”
“This battle… it’s time for us old relics to join in!”
The frail man smiled faintly, “But… never mind, there’s no ‘but.’ Right or wrong no longer matters. Whatever force pushed that kid to this point prematurely is distasteful, but he had to take this step eventually. The cost this time… might be, as he said, sinking the Upper Heaven Realm?”
“No destruction, no creation!”
Old Thing smirked, his white hair and robes fluttering.
Almost simultaneously.
The kid and the others echoed in unison.
“No destruction, no creation.”
“No destruction, no creation.”
…
These words of感慨, as they were spoken, formed visible sound waves that flowed into the guardian tree.
The tree, glowing with golden light, transformed the sound waves into ripples of golden radiance, spreading across the Upper Heaven Realm, echoing Chen Dong’s voice in every corner.
As these voices spread throughout the Upper Heaven Realm.
In the chaotic void, the advancing Primordial Spirit Seeds paused simultaneously.
The Master of Jianmu was astonished, “They… are joining in too?”
“Heh… what do you think?”
Amidst ten thousand rays of light, a mocking laugh rang out, “Everyone thought he died in the Southern Border Immortal Forest, yet he walked out and suddenly merged with the Dao, returning to the origin. Don’t you think they had a hand in it? Merging with the Dao, reaching its origin—they won’t miss this once-in-a-lifetime chance. They’ll fight to the death to break free!”
Boom!
A massive hand in the chaotic void clenched into a fist, “Heh… then let’s fight. No fear, no retreat. Let them return to nothingness!”