The storm's aftermath slowly settled.
The Saints had withdrawn.
Those six supreme Dharma bodies that had torn apart the heavens and crushed the ages had not vanished. Instead, carrying an indescribable panic and humiliation, they had been forcibly recalled.
The chill of Jade Purity immortal light, the sharpness of Immortal-Slaying Sword Intent, the warmth of Divine Light of Creation, and the chanting of Bodhi's wondrous teachings still lingered in the void.
These Dao rhythms, which should have opposed and rejected one another, were now strangely intertwined, forming a chaotic field of energy that silently recounted the confrontation that had just overturned the order of the Primordial World.
The will of the Heavenly Dao had also hidden itself.
That supreme pressure which had blanketed the True Spirits of all living beings in the Three Realms receded like a tide, and the skies returned to their clear brilliance.
It was as though nothing had happened.
Only this valley, repeatedly plowed by saintly might and karmic force until it had become scorched earth, roared soundlessly.
Every inch of soil had been crushed and reshaped by the power of laws, while every wisp of air was steeped in the lingering radiance of Innate Spiritual Treasures and Golden Light of Merit.
This place had become both a land of death and a sacred ground.
Yang Chen stood at the center of the ruins.
He slowly raised his hand, spread his fingers, then slowly clenched them.
A feeling unlike anything before exploded within every particle of his body.
It was not merely a surge in strength, but a leap in the very level of his life.
The boundless merit bestowed by the Heavenly Dao had become a gentle golden river, quietly flowing through his reconstructed meridians. His Dao foundation, riddled with holes from the torment of immeasurable karma, was gently repaired, nourished, and reinforced by this incomparably pure energy. The endless wails and curses deep within his soul were suppressed into a corner so small they could almost be ignored.
Comfortable.
An ultimate comfort that spread from the very source of his True Spirit.
Deeper still, the fragment of the Law of Strength floated silently within his primordial spirit like the singularity of the universe. It emitted no light, yet every beat of Yang Chen's heart faintly resonated with the pulse of the entire Primordial World.
He could feel that, if he wished, a single punch could draw upon the origin power of heaven and earth.
This was his true foundation.
Yang Chen's gaze slowly shifted from his palm to his side.
The Jade Void Glazed Lamp burned quietly, its flame shifting as it reflected the calm in his eyes.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation Diagram had reined in its killing intent. Its edge, enough to make Saints change expression, was now as docile as an ordinary painting scroll.
The River-Mountain Diagram of Creation, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree...
One supreme treasure after another, each capable of stirring boundless slaughter throughout the Primordial World, surrounded him like stars around the moon, actively emanating Dao rhythms of closeness.
They were currying favor with him.
At last, Yang Chen's thoughts stirred slightly.
Buzz—!
The nine-tiered pagoda above his head trembled softly, and countless streams of Profound Yellow energy descended with even greater weight, protecting him firmly within them.
The Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda.
With it above one's head, one was innately undefeated.
Security.
An absolute, unquestionable, ultimate sense of security—as though it could isolate even the erosion of chaos—completely enveloped him.
He was no longer that pitiful creature who could be purged by karma, erased by the Heavenly Dao, or refined by Saints at any moment.
Fear had been utterly stripped from his life.
In its place was a blazing pride, so immense it nearly burst from his chest.
He knew that, from this moment onward, the era had changed.
He, Yang Chen, was the new era itself.
He cleared his throat and, for the first time, actively poured the vast power of merit within him into his voice.
His voice no longer came from the vibration of his throat. It resonated directly with the laws of heaven and earth.
"Listen up!"
Rumble!
Those two words became rolling thunder, exploding from this tiny valley and instantly spreading throughout the Four Seas and Eight Wastes, across every mountain and river!
Deep within the East Sea Dragon Palace, the old Dragon King had been tallying the losses in the treasury. His dragon body suddenly shook, and a ten-thousand-year Dragon Pearl slipped from his grasp and rolled away, yet he noticed nothing.
Within the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Demon Master Kunpeng had just repaired the shattered River Diagram and Luo Script. Upon hearing those words, the sinister gleam in his eyes was instantly replaced by endless horror.
At Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuanzi looked at an immortal fruit on the ground, dusted with dirt. His Dao Heart twitched. Before he could pick it up, that voice entered his ears, freezing him in place.
The Blood Sea, Fire Cloud Cave, Kunlun Ruins, Tang Valley...
Countless ancient monsters and great cultivators hidden in the corners of the Primordial World, who believed they had long transcended the Three Realms and remained untouched by karmic dust, stopped whatever they were doing at that moment.
Their gazes—shocked, furious, doubtful, or fearful—once more crossed endless time and space, locking tightly onto the source of that voice.
Then, they heard the rest.
It was a declaration capable of utterly crushing the worldview they had only just barely managed to piece back together.
Yang Chen's voice carried an overbearing certainty that allowed no dispute.
"My name is Yang Chen!"
"From today onward, I make the rules in this Primordial World!"
"Even Saints must treat me with courtesy!"
"Even the Heavenly Dao must yield to me by three parts!"
Every sentence was like an invisible sledgehammer, smashing viciously into the hearts of all Great Powers.
Arrogant!
What outrageous arrogance!
To regard Saints as nothing and stand above the Heavenly Dao?
Since the creation of heaven and earth, even Dao Ancestor Hongjun had never dared utter such wild words!
Yet no one dared speak up in rebuttal.
Because the sight of the Six Saints appearing together and the Heavenly Dao compromising was still branded deep into their Divine Souls, burning with piercing pain.
They could only listen as that voice continued to proclaim the arrival of a new era.
Yang Chen swept his gaze over the empty wilderness, the smile at his lips growing brighter—and colder.
He paused, as though giving the entire Primordial World time to digest his words.
Then, in the calmest possible tone, he delivered the most arrogant conclusion.
"One sentence."
"I, Yang Chen, will strut sideways through the Primordial World!"
Strut sideways!
Those three words were light and airy, yet heavier than any divine might of laws.
They represented not strength, but privilege.
A privilege that stood above all rules and allowed him to do whatever he pleased!
As his voice fell, its echoes rolled on, lingering between heaven and earth for a long time.
Those Great Powers watching in secret were shaken to the core, their Divine Souls trembling.
At last, they completely understood one thing.
Yang Chen had not exaggerated by even half a word.
He was not shouting arrogantly, nor was he making a show of force.
He was merely stating a fact.
A bloody fact laid before him by the Six Saints and the supreme Heavenly Dao, using their dignity and supreme treasures.
This era might still be the era of the Saints.
But this Primordial World had undoubtedly become Yang Chen's Primordial World.
On this day, that name was no longer merely a designation.
It became an indelible imprint of law, deeply carved into the hearts of every powerhouse in the Primordial World.
It represented taboo.
It represented supremacy.
It represented... being absolutely untouchable!
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