Doomed from the Start? The Heavenly Dao Wants Reckoning, the Six Saints Want Suppression!

The tribulation clouds above the firmament grew denser and more viscous in the silence.

This was not cloud.

It was the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao's wrath, a destructive force condensed from the universe's most primal killing intent.

Pure ink black, so deep it devoured all light, and with it, the last shred of luck in Yang Chen's soul.

Within the cloud layer, there was no thunder.

Only a grating sound, like the splintering of universal laws as they crushed and rubbed against each other.

Streaks of purple lightning no longer took the form of lightning. They transformed into tangible Order Divine Chains, inscribed with Heavenly Dao Runes, churning and weaving within the ink-black tribulation clouds. Each divine chain was as thick as a mountain range spanning the heavens, and any wisp of aura it exuded was enough to instantly shatter the Dao fruit of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal who had cultivated for eons, annihilating both form and spirit.

Heavenly Punishment Divine Thunder.

The ultimate punishment, born specifically to settle great karmic debts and great karmic forces.

Beneath this pure heavenly might, Yang Chen was disproportionately insignificant.

He was a speck of dust.

A speck of dust about to be erased by the will of the entire universe.

He wished to struggle, but even moving a single finger was a luxury. The lock originating from the highest heavens was not a physical restraint, but a complete suppression of his very existence.

His magic power was frozen.

His soul was suppressed.

His last connection to the Great Dao was brutally severed by this will.

He could clearly "hear" the sound of his life ebbing away.

It wasn't a ticking sound, but a continuous "hissing" like melting snow and ice. His newly acquired Innate Dao Body, brimming with infinite potential, was being dismantled from within by the boundless Karmic Force. His vitality, his origin, was being accelerated into evaporation by this heavenly might.

In at most an hour.

No, not even half an hour.

He would first be completely consumed by his own immeasurable Karmic Force, becoming an empty shell with only malice and the instinct for destruction left.

Then, the Heavenly Punishment Divine Thunder from the sky would descend, blasting him and this Karmic Force into the most insignificant nothingness in the chaotic universe, leaving not even a trace of his True Spirit.

This was not the deepest despair.

Just as the Heavenly Dao's killing intent reached its zenith.

Six distinct, yet equally vast and supreme wills, transcending all beings, ignored the distance of time and space, tore through the barriers of the cosmos, and descended upon this world simultaneously.

They descended upon Yang Chen.

The first will came from Eastern Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.

That will was cold, distant, filled with the majesty and order of looking down upon all beings. It swept over Yang Chen, devoid of anger or hatred, only the absolute judgment of a stain.

In its perception, Yang Chen was not a living being.

He was a mistake, a flaw, a piece of filth that must be purged to maintain the clarity of heaven and earth.

The second will followed closely, from Golden Ao Island in the East Sea, Biyou Palace.

Sharpness!

Unparalleled sharpness!

The moment this will descended, Yang Chen's True Spirit felt a stinging pain like a needle. It was like a peerless immortal sword unsheathed, its killing intent piercing through the nine heavens and ten earths, sharp enough to sever anything. It scrutinized, measured, and calculated how to completely annihilate him, the source of Karmic Force, while minimizing the impact on the world.

The third will came from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Wa Huang Palace.

It carried a faint trace of compassion, like a spring breeze. But that spring breeze lasted only an instant before being replaced by a more grand and indifferent will. It was the sacred duty to maintain the operation of heaven and earth and protect all living beings.

For the safety of the entire Primordial World, sacrificing an individual carrying immeasurable Karmic Force was an inevitable choice.

That trace of compassion made the subsequent indifference even more cruel.

The fourth will reached out from the distant Mount Sumeru in the West.

Unlike the direct crushing of other wills, it was filled with methods of salvation and calculation. It did not rush to destroy Yang Chen, but instead, like a shrewd merchant, carefully evaluated a piece of merchandise.

It was assessing this immeasurable Karmic Force, calculating how much benefit could be gained from "waste utilization" for the Western Teachings after converting him.

This undisguised intention to exploit sent a chill and disgust from the marrow of Yang Chen's bones, more so than pure killing intent.

The fifth will came from Shouyang Mountain, Eight Sceneries Palace.

Tranquility.

Non-action.

It seemed to merge with the entire world, without obvious emotional fluctuations. Yet, within this extreme tranquility and non-action, Yang Chen felt the most fundamental rejection.

It did not declare its intention to kill him, but used the rules of the entire world to tell him: You should not exist.

Your existence is inherently "action," an anomaly beneath the Great Dao, a variable that needs to be dissolved by "non-action."

The last will, profound and vast, rose from the Nine Nether Underworld, the place of Reincarnation.

Calm.

It contained the great power to end all things.

It was the destination of the annihilation of all things, the end of the cycle of life. It looked at Yang Chen as if he were already dead, an existence waiting only to be pulled into Reincarnation and have his True Spirit crushed.

The Six Sages of the Heavenly Dao!

Grand Pure Lord Laozi! Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Lord! Upper Pure Master of Heaven! Empress Nuwa! Daoist Jieyin! Daoist Zhunti!

And Ancestral Witch Houtu, who had become Reincarnation itself!

The true seven rulers of the Primordial World, their wills, at this moment, had gathered here because of Yang Chen alone!

Their wills did not conflict with each other; instead, they formed an invisible Heavenly Net and Earthly Net.

Primordial's judgment was the heavenly law, Tongtian's killing intent was the sharp blade, Nuwa's order was the framework, the West's schemes were the undercurrent, Laozi's non-action was the void, and Houtu's Reincarnation was the end.

Seven wills, seven laws, formed a perfect and flawless cage.

A death cage built specifically for him, Yang Chen, from which escape was absolutely impossible.

It completely sealed off any sliver of a path to survival for Yang Chen, any trace of luck, any possibility of existence.

The Heavenly Dao wanted him dead.

The Sages wanted him annihilated.

He also carried a Karma Nuclear Bomb that could explode at the slightest touch, capable of dragging the entire Primordial World down with him.

The last shred of joy that Yang Chen, as a transmigrator, felt had long since been ground into the most pathetic powder.

Endless sorrow and unwillingness, like a breached dam, instantly washed away the embankment of his reason.

To transmigrate...

Just for this?

Just to be the tool for these high and mighty Heavenly Dao Sages, who had joined forces to direct a play called "The Instantaneous Destruction of an Unlucky Bastard"?

To be their tool for clearing the Karmic Force of heaven and earth?

To be cannon fodder to display heavenly might and sage power?

This beginning...

Yang Chen's lips involuntarily curved into an arc uglier than a cry.

This wasn't a situation with ten deaths and no life.

This was a true, certain death scenario.