As countless Primordial Spirit Seed manifestations transformed into streams of law energy surging forward,
The booming sounds of battle in the chaos seemed to vanish in an instant.
In Chen Dong’s eyes, all that remained was the law energy of the manifestations, flowing like a galactic river.
His gaze sank, deep as twin black holes, before bursting with radiant light.
“Sit in meditation and await the completion of merging with the Dao—that’s when you strike!”
A voice came from above.
Chen Dong looked up at Emperor Fuxi, seated atop the golden Taiji Eight Trigrams.
Their eyes met.
He nodded silently.
Then, bending his legs, he sat cross-legged in the void, closing his eyes.
The faint recitation of the *Tao Te Ching* echoed in his ears, the only sound he could hear.
At that moment,
Emperor Fuxi turned to the Sage manifestations behind him.
“Sages, advance without hesitation!”
Rumble…
The Sage manifestations trembled, transforming into torrents of equally formidable law energy, streaming from their “curtain” and crashing toward the law energy of the Primordial Spirit Seed manifestations.
“I’ll clear the path!”
The Ancestral Demon’s voice thundered.
Surging demonic qi broke from the law energy, forming a ten-thousand-mile giant axe that slashed downward.
Silent.
Yet where the demonic axe struck, the law energy of the Primordial Spirit Seed manifestations shattered.
“I’m next!”
Human Ancestor Chiyou’s voice rang out, his vast demonic qi condensing his manifestation further as he gripped the demonic axe.
He swung it slowly.
Though it appeared slow, each swing surpassed the law energy’s speed, crushing it without resistance.
Following him were Human Ancestor Yellow Emperor, Laozi on his green ox, and Emperor Fuxi.
Yellow Emperor’s towering manifestation wielded the Emperor’s Sword, moving slowly yet devastatingly, annihilating law energy wherever it passed, just like Chiyou and the Ancestral Demon.
Fuxi and Laozi’s methods were more mystical.
As enlightened Sages, they stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Yellow Emperor and Chiyou atop the river of law energy, casually pointing to summon specks of golden light—Taiji or Eight Trigrams—that obliterated law energy on contact.
Behind them, other Sage manifestations surged forward like a tidal wave.
No flourish.
Just the simplest, most direct clash of law energy against law energy.
In silent stillness, both sides annihilated each other.
The ultimate battle reached its fever pitch.
The mightiest existences from both sides became foot soldiers, trading blows in a one-for-one mutual destruction.
The clash of law energy was silent.
But if this were a battlefield of flesh and blood, how tragic and heroic would it be?
The Sage manifestations pressed forward without hesitation, clashing and annihilating in waves.
The two rivers of law energy, through their collisions, seemed to merge into one.
Beyond this,
The four Ancestral Demons and Da Mang, at the cost of their lives, formed an impassable wall around Chen Dong, blocking the frenzied assaults of the Primordial Spirit Seeds.
Radiant light blazed, illuminating the chaos.
Terrifying law energy, capable of destroying heavens and earth, surged through the void, shattering celestial phenomena and slaying Primordial Spirit Seeds.
It was as if the war at the dawn of chaos had been reignited.
Last time, they had a fallback with the Undying Fusang Tree.
This time, they left no retreat, making up for past regrets, following the fallen Ancestral Demons.
The Undying Fusang Tree remained locked in a stalemate with Jianmu.
A mere dozens of miles apart, for the two divine trees, it was a face-to-face deathmatch.
Gold and green light clashed.
Countless Fusang branches, shimmering with runes, tightly ensnared Jianmu, cloaked in green light and intricate patterns.
Amid this terrifying annihilation of law energy,
The Upper Heaven Realm was already scarred and shattered. Time was frozen, space cracked like glass, fragments falling and vanishing, along with all beings within them.
No exceptions.
All were equal.
Regardless of cultivation, all existences perished with the collapsing space.
As space crumbled, the chaotic void was exposed, reflecting the catastrophic battle into the Upper Heaven Realm.
Even a stray glimmer entering the Upper Heaven Realm wrought devastating destruction.
Let alone… law energy!
When law energy fluctuations seeped into the Upper Heaven Realm, they erased everything in their path, including space, like an eraser. The extent depended solely on the strength of the intruding law energy.
As the upper realm of the Three Thousand Realms, once coveted by all beings, it now revealed its fragility, teetering on collapse.
Chen Dong sat cross-legged in the chaotic void, shielded by the Sage manifestations and the village five, as if isolated from the catastrophic battle.
The golden Taiji Eight Trigrams above and below him continued to spin.
Even the golden chains and purple Dao qi linking them remained unaffected.
Seated at the center, he was like the heart of the cosmos, surrounded by flowing starlight.
The golden armor on his body grew denser and more solid.
As he merged with the Dao, his perception grew stronger, more terrifying.
It was as if his soul soared from the ground to the heavens, rising higher, seeing more, with clarity unaffected by distance.
He felt the tragic resolve of the Sage manifestations as they charged forward.
He sensed the ferocity and ruthlessness of the Primordial Spirit Seed manifestations.
And he could feel the Master of Jianmu’s frantic urge to break free from the Fusang Tree’s stalemate.
His perception expanded.
The entire Upper Heaven Realm came into view, the emotions of all beings, even lifeless stones, vivid in his “sight.”
In the collapsing spaces, faint threads, thin as hair, drifted, densely interwoven like a vast net enveloping everything.
“Is this… the manifestation of the Dao?”
Chen Dong gained insight, his perception stretching further, the Three Thousand Realms gradually appearing in his “sight.”
Each world was distinct—some of cultivation, others of technology…
Finally, his perception locked onto the mortal world.
And instantly found Chen You’en.
In that moment, familiar faces from his past flashed before him.
They appeared like fleeting reflections, rapidly replaced by others, cycling endlessly.
The only constant was his daughter’s smiling face.
In that instant, the last ripple in Chen Dong’s heart vanished upon seeing her smile.
“The Dao is complete.”