Boom, boom, boom…
The moment the Master of Jianmu’s words rang out, explosions erupted across the boundless chaotic void.
Spectacular celestial phenomena reappeared, radiant and dazzling, a breathtaking sight.
Terrifying waves of overwhelming pressure surged from these phenomena.
Chen Dong, unsurprised, calmly surveyed the celestial displays emerging in the endless chaos.
From the moment the four Primordial Spirit Seeds—Jianmu and the others—made their move, the chaotic void had fallen eerily “silent.”
Even some celestial phenomena that had initially appeared had vanished.
They hadn’t disappeared but were lurking in the shadows, observing, leaving the battlefield to the four Primordial Spirit Seeds.
They all understood the stakes of this ultimate battle, yet they also knew that with no retreat possible, they had to fight. But if the four Primordial Spirit Seeds could decisively defeat him, those hiding could still survive.
Just like at the dawn of chaos during the war with the Twelve Ancestral Demons, as long as the battle’s outcome was secured, those who stayed hidden could reap the spoils of victory and continue living comfortably.
But when the four, led by the Master of Jianmu, summoned the Primordial Spirit Seed manifestations, it forced the lurking Seeds out into the open.
“Sages…”
Chen Dong looked up at the Sages above him, his voice sincere, “Please… protect my path forward!”
“Fight!”
The Sage manifestations roared in unison, their voices shaking the chaotic void.
In an instant,
Beams of radiant light poured from each manifestation, and streams of vast, mysterious law energy transformed into tangible bolts, charging directly at the four Primordial Spirit Seeds.
No flashy techniques, just the raw, unadulterated force of law energy exploding forth.
Rumble…
The streams of law energy, carrying crushing might, churned the chaotic void, even spilling into the already fracturing Upper Heaven Realm, accelerating its collapse with unstoppable force.
“Fight!”
The four Primordial Spirit Seeds, led by the Master of Jianmu, let out a simultaneous roar.
Their cries lingered, like the relentless growls of primal beasts.
The Primordial Spirit Seed manifestations behind them also roared and shrieked.
Vast waves of law energy poured from their manifestations, radiant and terrifying, like a prison of light.
Whether it was the Sage manifestations on Chen Dong’s side or the manifestations summoned by the four Primordial Spirit Seeds, their attacks were pure law energy.
From all directions, more Primordial Spirit Seeds revealed themselves, their celestial phenomena blooming as they showed their true forms.
They varied in shape and appearance, their auras distinct, with clear differences in strength.
As Primordial Spirit Seeds born at the dawn of chaos, some chose to fight for the greatest spoils after the Ancestral Demon war, while others hid and bided their time, resulting in stark disparities in power.
But now… as they all emerged, regardless of strength or disparity, there was only one possibility: every Primordial Spirit Seed had come out of hiding!
They abandoned hopes of reaping benefits from the sidelines, choosing to fight alongside the four Primordial Spirit Seeds with full force!
“Strike!”
“Don’t hold back—give it everything!”
“If the Source Dao Seed completes its transformation, everything we’ve built over eons will collapse, and we’ll have no way to survive!”
…
As the celestial phenomena blazed, the Primordial Spirit Seeds charged at Chen Dong.
Compared to the Sage and Primordial Spirit Seed manifestations, these “living” Seeds were far more agile.
From every direction, they surged toward Chen Dong, cloaked in celestial phenomena, dense as a galactic army.
In the Upper Heaven Realm, each was a regional hegemon.
Even the Seeds that chose to hide at chaos’s dawn possessed strength far beyond what most beings could achieve in a lifetime.
But now… they all mobilized, swarming toward Chen Dong like a tidal wave of bees.
“Interesting, very interesting…”
Chen Dong waved his hands, sending the golden chains, Dao qi, and specks of white light from the twin golden Taiji Eight Trigrams flying toward the oncoming Primordial Spirit Seeds.
At that moment,
A voice suddenly rang out.
“Kid, focus on fighting them. Leave these… to us!”
This was…
Chen Dong’s expression sharpened, his hands pausing.
“Five Seniors, you arrived so quickly?”
Chen Dong looked toward a spot in the chaotic void, thrilled and excited.
He knew the five from the village had left their sanctuary, but he hadn’t expected them to arrive so fast.
As his gaze landed, a rift glowing with purple light tore open in the void, revealing the five figures standing within.
Old Thing, Little Kid, Cripple, Sickly, and Da Mang.
Their eyes met.
Sickly’s pale, frail face broke into a faint smile, “If we didn’t hurry, what if they bullied you?”
As he spoke,
The five stepped forward, emerging from the purple-lit rift into the chaotic void.
The moment they entered,
Boom!
Jianmu shuddered violently.
The countless Primordial Spirit Seeds rushing toward Chen Dong froze in place.
“This is…”
Before Chen Dong could react, the Ancestral Demon’s voice rang out.
“Familiar, isn’t it?” Little Kid said, hands behind his back, “We altered our forms to survive until now. Don’t you remember, old friend?”
Huh?
Chen Dong was utterly confused.
“Hahaha…” The Ancestral Demon burst into hearty laughter, “You’re all still here! You didn’t perish back then! In all these endless years, I was never truly alone. You survived that war?”
“Giggle…”
Old Thing grinned, “You hid in the Amethyst Mountains, so close to the Southern Border Immortal Forest. Did you never consider that, as fellow Ancestral Demons, why you had such good fortune?”
Ancestral Demons?
Chen Dong’s mind exploded, his heart surging with tidal waves despite his current state.
The five from the village… were among the Twelve Ancestral Demons who survived that ancient war?
This…
“Jie jie jie… But we’re restricted. You at least hid, but we were gravely wounded back then. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be in this pathetic, broken state, sealed in one place, relying on Da Mang to handle outside affairs.”
Cripple cackled, explaining quickly, his gaze locking onto Chen Dong.
Chen Dong’s eyes lit up, everything clicking into place.
“Six survived?” the Master of Jianmu’s voice rang out, “Seems we didn’t clean up thoroughly back then.”
“Five, five. Da Mang is just a Primordial Spirit Seed like you,” Sickly waved dismissively, smirking, “But your voice reminds us—you think Jianmu makes you invincible? We came to fight, betting all our remaining strength, and we brought something to counter your Jianmu.”