Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
…
In the chaotic void, as the great hand roared, all the Primordial Spirit Seeds surged forth with vast and magnificent cosmic phenomena, charging through the void toward Chen Dong.
They knew this was the final battle!
Chen Dong had inexplicably unleashed all his potential ahead of schedule, and even the last remaining Ancestral Demon had reappeared, aiding Chen Dong’s transformation into the Origin Seed. This battle was now unavoidable.
Because… the Ancestral Demon was here.
By helping Chen Dong become the Origin Seed, the Ancestral Demon sought to avenge the blood feud from the dawn of chaos, when the Primordial Spirit Seeds annihilated the Ancestral Demons.
Moreover, the Forgotten Village had now joined the fray.
In this ultimate showdown, either they would succeed in destroying Chen Dong, ensuring a future without variables, where everything would become a controlled domain for the Primordial Spirit Seeds.
Or Chen Dong would complete his transformation into the Origin Seed, annihilating all the Primordial Spirit Seeds that had participated in that ancient war, restoring the Upper Heavenly Realm and the Three Thousand Worlds to a state of “variables.”
There was no escape—only forward!
The moment the voices from the Forgotten Village rang out, every Primordial Spirit Seed understood this truth.
Countless phenomena surged through the chaos.
At this moment, the chaotic void where Chen Dong stood was a spectacle of myriad wonders, with phenomena erupting endlessly.
The presence of the Taiji Bagua made it seem as though Chen Dong no longer existed within the chaotic void but had formed his own realm.
In this realm, the phenomena surrounding Chen Dong surged in thousands, divine and majestic.
Buzz…
Boundless demonic energy poured into Chen Dong’s body.
In that instant, a flash of scarlet crossed his eyes before swiftly returning to normal.
His eyes now seemed to reflect the stars of countless realms, profound and divine.
Suddenly, the Taiji Bagua above his head and beneath his feet halted their rotation.
Even the surging Human Emperor Qi and the Luck of the World within him stopped simultaneously.
All fell silent.
As if everything had come to a complete standstill.
“They… can come out now?” Chen Dong murmured, slowly turning his head. His deep gaze seemed to pierce the chaotic void, locking onto the five old figures standing before the Forgotten Village.
As he looked, the five stood side by side, stationed before the village’s divine tree, lifting their heads to meet Chen Dong’s gaze.
Then, all five revealed gratified, approving smiles and nodded lightly.
“Elders, please watch closely!”
A defiant, proud smile curved Chen Dong’s lips.
Clang!
Suddenly, the Yellow Emperor Sword let out a resonant hum.
Rumble…
In the distant chaotic void, specks of starlight began to swirl.
In the blink of an eye, the starlight coalesced into a radiant, silvery star river, winding its way directly toward Chen Dong.
“Which Primordial Spirit Seed is this?”
Chen Dong raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his face.
He didn’t know how many Primordial Spirit Seeds had participated in the ancient siege that destroyed the Twelve Ancestral Demons. From the visions the Ancestral Demon had shown him, it was clear that the Primordial Spirit Seeds had even turned on each other afterward.
Thus, even the Ancestral Demon might not know how many Primordial Spirit Seeds survived.
The one approaching with the star river was clearly not the Master of Jianmu.
Even now, having merged with the Great Void and integrated multiple supreme forces, Chen Dong could sense the power surging within this radiant star river. It was… not particularly strong!
Such a thought would have been unthinkable before.
To the old Chen Dong, any Primordial Spirit Seed was an insurmountable, towering mountain.
But now, he felt as if he stood at the pinnacle of the clouds, overlooking everything.
No… it was seeing things more clearly.
As he became the Origin of the Dao, returning to the “circle,” even this Primordial Spirit Seed became transparent to him.
Within the radiant star river, there was… a bone claw!
“This star river… is too weak!”
Chen Dong spoke calmly, casually waving his right hand forward.
Buzz…
Instantly, the Taiji Bagua above and below him spun briefly, the golden chains and Dao Qi linking the two sides twisting in unison.
The faint starlight suspended within the illusion drifted out of the Taiji Bagua’s range.
The moment it left, a bizarre scene erupted.
The specks of starlight rapidly expanded, and while encircled by golden light and purple Dao Qi, they transformed into planets of various shapes in an instant, charging toward the oncoming Primordial Spirit Seed.
As the two star rivers collided, the bone claw burst from its river, seizing the foremost planet with an unparalleled, domineering force.
Bang!
A deafening explosion reverberated through the chaotic void.
But in that collision, the bone claw instantly cracked, splintering into countless fissures.
Both sides froze.
After a mere breath, the bone claw, now shattered into fragments, crumbled like peeling plaster, its white bone pieces falling away, drifting briefly in the chaotic void before turning to dust.
Buzz…
The golden light and Dao Qi encircling the star river flowed like a gentle willow breeze, brushing against the remains of the bone claw, dissolving it completely.
Simple, effortless, not even requiring a puff of breath.
This Primordial Spirit Seed didn’t even have time to make a sound before it was utterly annihilated, its body and Dao extinguished.
From appearance to obliteration, it took only a moment!
Buzz…
After destroying the Primordial Spirit Seed, the golden light and Dao Qi returned to the star river, soaring upward in the chaotic void, arcing back to Chen Dong’s position.
Even Chen Dong stared at his hands in shock, “I… am already this strong?”
He couldn’t believe that a Primordial Spirit Seed, once an insurmountable foe, had been obliterated with a casual wave of his hand, without the slightest effort.
Was this… the dimensional crushing power of merging with the Great Void?
If so, wouldn’t facing the Master of Jianmu and the others be like swatting away ships to ash?
Almost as the thought arose, the Yellow Emperor’s hoarse voice rang out, “It won’t be.”
Chen Dong paused.
The Ancestral Demon’s voice followed, “Primordial Spirit Seeds vary—some fought and survived, others cowered and hid. Those who destroyed the Twelve Ancestral Demons and emerged victorious in the ensuing conflicts, standing at the pinnacle… they, too, possess the power to seize the Dao.”
Chen Dong understood. This Primordial Spirit Seed was merely a “cannon fodder” role, or perhaps one that had stayed out of the ancient war, hiding in the shadows to survive.
“When the Origin Seed merges with the Great Void, no Primordial Spirit Seed can remain uninvolved.”
The ancient, mysterious voice of the old man followed, “Child… the great war has just begun. This is your ultimate battle, the battle of the Dao!”