In the chaotic space, a figure stood quietly with his back to Mo Yu.
It was not a body of flesh and blood, but an entity formed from the purest purple-gold Desolate Qi and overwhelming battle intent—the Desolate Ancestor Battle Soul.
Its form was not colossal enough to support the heavens, yet it gave people the illusion that it was the core of this world.
Visible streams of chaotic energy coiled around its body. Space continuously came into being and perished around it, releasing faint cries of anguish.
Simply standing there, the vastness originating from before the ancient ages, its domineering might, and its indifference that regarded all things as mere dogs were enough to make even a Heavenly Sovereign's mind collapse.
The newly born blood inside Mo Yu's body, fused with the power of the Primeval Ancestral Ape, began to flow faster of its own accord. It was not fear, but the ultimate battle intent of one who had encountered his destined enemy.
The Desolate Ancestor Battle Soul slowly turned around.
It had no features. Its face consisted only of a rotating chaotic vortex. Deep within that vortex were two burning gazes filled with annihilation flames, locking onto Mo Yu.
There were no words and no declaration of war.
An intent refined to the extreme, like billions of invisible spears of war, viciously stabbed toward Mo Yu's soul!
"Fight!"
This was not a voice, but a command directly branded into the depths of the soul—the sole meaning of the Battle Soul's existence!
"Roar!"
Mo Yu moved first. He knew clearly that before such an existence, retreat meant destruction.
The power of the Primeval Ancestral Ape within him erupted fully. Purple-gold blood qi rose into the heavens like wolf smoke, and his entire body transformed into a Primordial Giant Ape