Transmigrating to the Primordial World, Inheriting Rahula's Immeasurable Karma!

The searing pain of his Divine Soul being torn apart was the first beacon signaling Yang Chen's return to consciousness.

It wasn't physical pain, but a more fundamental, more metaphysical sense of disintegration.

It felt as if his very existence had been forcibly plucked from a scroll by an invisible hand, then crumpled into a ball and thrown into an entirely new world.

His vision was a chaotic torrent of colors.

In his ears, the roar of countless Great Dao laws colliding and grinding against each other.

Chaos.

Confusion.

He was like a drowning man, desperately struggling in a flood of information, trying to grasp a single plank of sanity.

He didn't know how long passed, perhaps an instant, perhaps an eternity.

A sweet, warm, and moist aura forcefully poured into his nostrils and surged through his limbs and bones.

This was not air.

It was heavier than air, more mellow than nectar, carrying the purest life force from the very beginning of creation.

Yang Chen's body, no, this new Dao Body he now possessed, every pore greedily expanded and contracted, absorbing it.

His parched Divine Soul was nourished, and the pain of being torn apart was rapidly healing.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

His vision finally focused.

The sky was a glazed, azure blue, so high and distant it didn't seem like the mortal realm. The flowing clouds weren't condensed water vapor but auspicious clouds formed from the purest spiritual energy, drifting and unfurling gracefully.

On the ground, all vegetation was extraordinary. Even the most ordinary blade of wild grass flowed with a faint treasure light, inhaling and exhaling the essence of the sun and moon with every breath.

This place... is...

Yang Chen's gaze swept past the immortal grasses and jade flowers nearby, fixing on the distant horizon.

A pillar.

A colossal pillar that defied any description, its grandeur and magnificence reaching towards the heavens.

It reached the highest heavens and probed the deepest underworld, seemingly the very spine of the world, supporting its existence.

Mount Buzhou!

This thought didn't arise from contemplation but exploded directly from the depths of his Divine Soul, carrying an undeniable, absolute sense of truth.

Boom!

At that very moment, countless unfamiliar memory fragments surged into his mind like a torrent.

Common knowledge of the Primordial World, one after another, the mysteries of cultivation techniques, one after another, were all imprinted upon his True Spirit.

He, Yang Chen, had truly transmigrated.

Arriving in this Primordial World where Da Luo gods were commonplace and Golden Immortals were as common as dogs!

This supreme stage, filled with endless opportunities and deadly conflicts!

After a brief moment of daze, an indescribable ecstasy violently erupted from the deepest part of his chest.

His heart pounded like a drum, his blood surged, and every inch of his flesh trembled with extreme excitement.

It's not a dream!

None of this is a dream!

He succeeded!

He had arrived at the ultimate sacred land that all transmigrators dreamed of!

However, this ecstasy, enough to set him ablaze, only lasted for less than three breaths in his Divine Soul.

After three breaths.

A chilling coldness, without any warning, quietly bloomed from the core of his True Spirit.

This coldness had nothing to do with temperature.

It was an absolute freeze, originating from a higher plane of existence.

Instantly, the world in Yang Chen's eyes lost all its color.

The azure sky turned ashen gray.

The luminous immortal grasses dimmed.

The majestic Mount Buzhou in the distance also seemed like a tombstone leading to death.

The sound of his blood surging, the pounding of his heart, abruptly ceased.

Then.

A pitch-black, viscous, abyss-like strange aura erupted from the depths of his True Spirit like a volcano!

"Argh--!"

A roar, unlike any human sound, was squeezed from Yang Chen's throat. Excruciating pain and terror made him instantly hunch over.

This black energy wasn't mist, nor was it energy.

It had substance.

Viscous, filthy, and carrying a malevolence that corroded all things.

It instantly surged through Yang Chen's limbs and bones, entwined around his meridians, infected his Dao Body, and finally, enveloped and permeated his entire True Spirit!

Destruction!

Termination!

Malice!

Slaughter!

Hatred!

Despair!

Endless negative emotions transformed into tangible shrieks and curses, echoing madly in his mind.

Yang Chen's vision was no longer the magnificent spectacle of the Primordial World.

He "saw" a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

A ten-thousand-zhang dragon corpse lay stretched out, its golden dragon eyes flowing with endless resentment towards the Heavenly Dao.

A Divine Phoenix had its heart pierced, its Nirvana Fire completely extinguished by filthy blood, leaving only the most tragic of cries.

A Qilin had shattered the earth with its steps, only to have its head severed, its unwilling roars shattering mountains and rivers for hundreds of millions of miles.

Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin!

The lingering souls of the Three Tribes' war for dominance!

He could even "hear" the despairing cries of the beings who turned to ash under the iron hooves of the ancient fierce beasts.

He could "feel" the madness and resolve of the Demon Ancestor Rahula, who sought to destroy the entire world when he detonated the western leylines!

This black energy was the collective resentment of all the great battles, all the slaughter, and all the fallen beings since the creation of the Primordial World!

It was the Immeasurable Tribulation's Karma and Karmic Force, enough to cause a Saint to perish upon contact and a Grand Unity to turn to dust!

And at this moment, this collective malice of the entire Chaos universe was making his True Spirit its nest and his Dao Body its vessel.

The ecstasy was long gone.

In its place was a chilling despair that could freeze thought.

That chilling despair, capable of freezing thought, spread inch by inch from the deepest core of Yang Chen's True Spirit.

The ecstasy had long since been crushed into the most pathetic dust.

In its place was boundless fear that made even his soul tremble.

And in that very instant.

BOOM!

A piece of information, no, it wasn't information.

It was a torrent, a spiritual imprint forged from pure malice, venom, and the will of termination, tearing through everything with an irresistible, savage force, penetrating his Divine Soul!

[Inheritor: Yang Chen]

[Inheritance: Demon Ancestor Rahula, lifetime Karma and Karmic Force]

Demon Ancestor.

Rahula!

These two words, like two demonic hammers imbued with the deepest curses since the creation of heaven and earth, struck Yang Chen's True Spirit fiercely.

His consciousness went blank for a fleeting moment.

Immediately after, a number flashed wildly in his mind, an astronomical figure that could shatter any being's Dao Heart.

Three trillion?

No!

Far more than that!

As soon as the number appeared, it was completely overwhelmed and torn apart by an even grander, more desperate concept!

Immeasurable Tribulation Karma!

It was not a unit that any number could measure.

It was a concept, a rule, an ultimate taboo capable of causing even the aloof and eternally indestructible Heavenly Dao Saints to have their Dao Fruits shatter and turn to dust the moment they were tainted!

At this moment, Yang Chen finally understood what that strange, ink-black aura emanating from him truly was.

It was the endless resentment of the Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin tribulation, the war of the Three Tribes, and the countless dragons, phoenixes, and qilins who perished, directed at the injustice of the Heavenly Dao.

It was the madness and resolve of the Demon Ancestor Rahula, who sought to destroy the entire Primordial World when he detonated the western ancestral vein, causing the death of hundreds of millions, that was unleashed during the conflict between Dao and Demon.

It was the collective embodiment of all the resentment, hatred, and despair from every life killed, every war fought, and every being that perished since the creation of heaven and earth!

It was the sum total of all negative existence in the entire Primordial World, from its birth until now!

And now, this Primordial World's number one negative asset had a new owner.

It was him, Yang Chen.

"Ugh..."

An unintelligible gagging sound came from Yang Chen's throat. He wanted to scream, but found his vocal cords choked by an invisible force, rendering him utterly silent.

His vision was completely consumed by endless blood-red and darkness.

"Return my life--!"

The phantom of a ten-thousand-zhang golden dragon roared before him. Its eyes, which should have been majestic and divine, were now hollow sockets streaming with bloody tears, filled with bitter hatred for the Heavenly Dao and unwillingness to accept the victor.

"Hate! I hate so much!"

A Divine Phoenix's mournful cry pierced his eardrums. Its magnificent wings were soaked in filthy blood, and its pride, the Nirvana Fire, was completely extinguished by Karmic Force, leaving only a desperate wail of eternal damnation.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

A First Qilin, which had crushed the earth beneath its feet, had its head severed. Its unyielding roar still shattered billions of miles of void, its unquenchable fighting spirit transforming into the purest curse of slaughter.

Dragon!

Phoenix!

Qilin!

The myriad souls of the Three Tribes, who had perished by the billions, transformed into endless vengeful spirits, weeping, cursing, and roaring in his ears day and night.

The sound didn't travel through the air but exploded directly in the depths of his True Spirit. Each syllable carried a pain like a bone-scraping steel knife, madly tearing at his sanity.

Immediately after, an icy chill and a sense of decay spread from his fingertips.

Yang Chen lowered his head with difficulty.

He saw black spots appearing on his immortal body, which was originally as smooth as jade and flowed with a faint treasure light.

They weren't stains.

They were alive!

Like living ink, those black spots wriggled and spread beneath his skin, greedily devouring the life force and spiritual energy within him.

A nauseating sensation of flesh being corroded from within, of decay, made his stomach churn.

This Innate Dao Body, which he had just acquired and which held infinite potential, was being contaminated and eroded by this Immeasurable Karmic Force at a visible rate, step by step heading towards decay and destruction.

The collapse of his physical body was merely the beginning.

A more terrifying change occurred to his Primordial Spirit, his True Spirit!

In his inner vision, his Primordial Spirit should have been pure, flawless, and radiant.

But now, pitch-black shackles, condensed from the purest resentment and curses, appeared out of thin air.

They were ferocious, twisted, and emanated eternal deathly stillness and ill omen.

Crack!

Crack!

One by one, the shackles, with a grating metallic sound, clamped down fiercely, locking his Primordial Spirit, his True Spirit, and all his life force tightly!

His connection to the Great Dao was severed.

His ability to absorb spiritual energy was sealed.

The path to eternal life was completely blocked!

The smile on Yang Chen's face, born from his transmigration and not yet fully faded, froze completely.

Then, under the onslaught of endless terror and despair, it cracked inch by inch, turning ashen white.

A heaven-blessed start?

An ultimate sacred land?

All of it was bullshit!

This wasn't transmigration; it was precisely reincarnating into the deepest part of hell, the kind where you could never escape!

He had inherited all the negative assets of the Primordial World's number one arch-villain right from the start, and it was a forced inheritance, with no option to refuse.

What cultivation could he even pursue now? What Dao could he seek?

All that awaited him was to be completely devoured by this Immeasurable Karmic Force, to become a walking corpse, and ultimately be reduced to ashes by the Heavenly Dao and the Six Sages!

Just as he fell into boundless despair.

The sky changed.

The azure heavens, like glazed sapphire, impossibly high and distant, instantly gathered boundless tribulation clouds.

These were not dark clouds formed by condensed water vapor.

It was black.

The purest ink black, representing destruction and finality.

Within the clouds, thick lightning bolts like mountain ranges churned and surged wildly.

Every flash of lightning illuminated the world in a heart-stopping, ghastly purple.

That was heavenly punishment.

The tangible manifestation of the Heavenly Dao's will!

A cold, ruthless killing intent, devoid of any emotion for life, descended thunderously from the highest heavens.

That killing intent surpassed any concept Yang Chen had ever known.

It wasn't an emotion, but a supreme rule, an absolute directive of rejection and eradication from the will of the entire world.

It was as if the entire Primordial World viewed him as a deadly virus that needed to be deleted immediately!

That killing intent, like an invisible, ancient divine mountain, pressed down fiercely upon Yang Chen's Divine Soul, locking him in place.

He couldn't move.

He couldn't breathe.

His thoughts, under this supreme will, tended toward stagnation.

He had been targeted by the Heavenly Dao.