Yang Chen: From Today Onward, I'll Walk All Over the Primordial World!

The storm's aftermath was slowly settling.

The Saints had retreated.

Those supreme Dharmakayas, which had torn through the heavens and crushed eternity, had not vanished but were forcibly withdrawn with an indescribable sense of panic and humiliation.

In the void, the cold purity of Jade Pure Immortal Light, the sharpness of Immortal-Slaying Sword Intent, the gentleness of the Divine Light of Creation, and the Zen chants of the Bodhi Wonderful Dharma still lingered.

These Dao rhythms, which should have been mutually opposed and incompatible, now intertwined strangely, forming a chaotic energy field that silently recounted the confrontation that had overturned the order of the Primordial World not long ago.

The will of the Heavenly Dao had also hidden itself.

The supreme pressure that had enveloped the True Spirits of all beings in the Three Realms receded like a tide, and the sky returned to its clear and vast state.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Only this valley, repeatedly plowed by Saintly might and Karmic Force until it had turned into scorched earth, roared silently.

Every inch of soil had been crushed and reshaped by the power of the Laws, and every wisp of air was permeated with the treasure light of Innate Spiritual Treasures and the lingering scent of the Golden Light of Merit.

This place had become a forbidden land, and also a sacred land.

Yang Chen stood in the center of this ruin.

He slowly raised his hand, opened his five fingers, and then slowly clenched them.

An unprecedented feeling exploded within every particle of his being.

It was not a simple surge of power, but a leap in life's level.

The immense merit bestowed by the Heavenly Dao had now transformed into a docile golden river, flowing quietly through his reshaped meridians. His Dao Foundation, which had been riddled with holes by the torment of immeasurable Karmic Force, was gently repaired, nourished, and strengthened by this extremely pure energy. The ceaseless wails and curses from the depths of his soul were, for the first time, suppressed to a corner that could almost be ignored.

Comfort.

An ultimate comfort, emanating from the very origin of his True Spirit.

Deeper within, a fragment of the "Law of Strength" floated quietly in his Primordial Spirit, like a singularity of the universe. It emitted no light, yet it made Yang Chen's every heartbeat subtly resonate with the pulse of the entire Primordial World.

He could feel that as long as he willed it, a single punch could draw upon the primordial power of this world.

This was his true confidence.

Yang Chen's gaze slowly shifted from his own palm to his side.

The Jade Void Glazed Lamp burned quietly, its flames flickering, reflecting the calmness in his eyes.

The Immortal Slaying Formation Diagram's killing intent was contained, its sharpness, which could make Saints turn pale, now as docile as a mundane painting.

The River-Mountain Diagram of Creation, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree...

Treasures potent enough to stir boundless calamities in the Primordial World now surrounded him like stars around the moon, actively emitting a sense of closeness.

They were flattering him.

Finally, Yang Chen's consciousness moved slightly.

Buzz—!

The nine-layered pagoda above his head trembled gently, and the myriad strands of Profound Yellow Qi descended even more heavily, firmly protecting him within.

The Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda.

Standing atop his head, it was innately invincible.

A sense of security.

An absolute, unquestionable, ultimate sense of security, as if it could isolate the erosion of Chaos, completely enveloped him.

He was no longer the pathetic wretch who could be liquidated by Karma, erased by the Heavenly Dao, or refined by a Saint at any moment.

Fear had been completely stripped from his life.

In its place was a burning, magnificent ambition that seemed about to erupt from his chest.

He knew that from this moment on, the era had changed.

He, Yang Chen, was this new era itself.

He cleared his throat and, for the first time, actively infused the vast power of Merit within him into his voice.

His voice no longer emanated from the vibration of his throat but resonated directly with the laws of heaven and earth.

"Listen up!"

Rumble!

The two words transformed into rolling heavenly thunder, exploding from this small valley and instantly spreading to the four seas and eight directions, the three mountains and five peaks!

Deep within the East Sea Dragon Palace, the Old Dragon King, who was inventorying the losses in his treasure vault, felt his dragon body jolt violently. A ten-thousand-year Dragon Pearl slipped from his grasp, yet he remained oblivious.

In the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Demon Master Kunpeng had just repaired the exploded River Diagram and Luo Script. Upon hearing these words, the sinister glint in his eyes was instantly replaced by boundless shock.

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuanzi looked at the dusted immortal fruit on the ground. His Dao Heart twitched, and before he could pick it up, the voice entered his ears, freezing him in place.

The Sea of Blood, Fire Cloud Cave, Kunlun Ruins, Tang Valley...

Countless old monsters and Great Powers, hidden in the forgotten corners of the Primordial World, who believed they had long since transcended the Three Realms and were untouched by the dust of Karma, stopped everything they were doing at this moment.

Their gazes, filled with shock, anger, doubt, or fear, once again crossed infinite space and time, locking onto the source of that voice.

Then, they heard the latter half of the sentence.

It was a declaration that was enough to completely shatter their worldview, which had only just begun to be tenuously pieced back together.

Yang Chen's voice carried an air of natural, unquestionable dominance.

"My name is Yang Chen!"

"From today onwards, I call the shots in this Primordial World!"

"Even Saints must be polite when they see me!"

"Heavenly Dao itself must show me respect!"

Each sentence was like an invisible, heavy hammer, striking the hearts of all the Great Powers.

Arrogant!

How utterly arrogant!

To treat Saints as nothing, to stand above Heavenly Dao?

Since the creation of the world, not even Dao Ancestor Hongjun had dared to utter such presumptuous words!

Yet, no one dared to retort.

Because the scene not long ago, where the Six Saints had appeared together and Heavenly Dao had compromised, was still seared deep into their Divine Souls, stinging them intensely.

They could only listen, letting that voice continue to announce the arrival of a new era.

Yang Chen surveyed the empty wilderness, the smile on his lips growing brighter, and also colder.

He paused, as if giving the entire Primordial World time to digest.

Then, in the most nonchalant tone, he delivered the most audacious summation.

"In short."

"I, Yang Chen, will walk all over the Primordial World!"

Walk all over!

These three words, spoken so lightly, carried more weight than any law or divine power.

They represented not strength, but a privilege.

A privilege that transcended all rules, allowing him to do as he pleased!

As the voice faded, its echo reverberated endlessly between heaven and earth.

The Great Powers secretly observing were shaken to their core, their Divine Souls trembling.

They finally understood one thing completely.

There wasn't a single exaggerated word in what Yang Chen said.

He wasn't shouting, nor was he making a show of force.

He was simply stating a fact.

A bloody fact paved by the Six Saints and the supreme Heavenly Dao, with their dignity and precious treasures.

This era might still be an era of Saints.

But this Primordial World, without a doubt, had already become his, Yang Chen's, Primordial World.

On this day, this name was no longer just a code.

It transformed into an indelible imprint of law, deeply carved into the hearts of all the powerful beings in the Primordial World.

It represented taboo.

It represented supremacy.

It represented... not to be provoked!