[The Fifty Great Daos, One Escaped] System Binding!

In the final moment before Yang Chen's soul was crushed, just as his consciousness was about to sink into an eternal, icy abyss of darkness.

Ding.

A clear chime, without warning, suddenly exploded at the very core of his true spirit.

The sound wasn't loud, yet it contained an indescribable absolute penetrating power that transcended all things.

It wasn't a manifestation of any law, nor did it belong to any Dao sound within this Primordial World.

It was crisp, ethereal, yet carried a brute force that severed all karma and tore apart all restraints.

The terrifying pressure from the entire Primordial World, capable of crushing even a Saint's will, was, in the face of this clear chime, momentarily and absolutely still.

The endless wails of the Dragon-Phoenix Souls, the venomous curses of countless beings, the mental tearing like scraping bone steel...

Everything was forcibly put on pause at this moment.

A minuscule instant composed of absolute silence, a fragile yet incredibly precious sanctuary, opened up around Yang Chen's collapsing true spirit.

It was this one ten-thousandth of a moment's respite.

A faint blue light screen, like the first ray of light at the dawn of creation, tore through the endless blood and darkness before his eyes, unfolding out of thin air.

The material of the light screen was neither gold nor jade, its lines were extremely simple, yet it flowed with an ancient and transcendent Dao charm that was superior to the Heavenly Dao.

Several lines of text, formed from Great Dao Runes, slowly appeared on the light screen, each word clearly imprinted into his almost stagnant mind.

[Detected that host is burdened with immeasurable karma, on the brink of despair, meeting the binding conditions for "One Escaped"]

[Fifty Great Daos, Heavenly Evolution of Forty-Nine, One Escaped, a sliver of hope]

[[Fifty Great Daos, One Escaped] System officially bound!]

Yang Chen's pupils froze in that instant.

His thoughts, like rusty gears, creaked under immense external force, struggling to turn.

Immediately after, more streams of information poured into his mind like a divine revelation.

[This system is the Karma Exemption System]

[Core function: Refuse to repay karma, confront creditors head-on, and receive heaven-defying rewards]

[Reward content includes, but is not limited to: Innate Spiritual Treasures, immeasurable merit, Great Dao Law Fragments, Immortality Cultivation, Chaos Demon God Bloodline...]

[The stronger the host's attitude, the more arrogant their stance, and the more resolute their position, the more generous and heaven-defying the rewards will be!]

Line after line of text exploded in his mind like divine thunderbolts that split the heavens and earth.

His soul trembled, not from fear, but from an unbelievable, electric numbness.

Below the light screen, there was another line of smaller runes, like an added note, stating with an irrefutable tone.

[Warm reminder: The immeasurable tribulation karma the host carries is deeply bound to the origin of the Primordial World. If the host dies and their Dao perishes, the ownerless karma will detonate instantly.]

[Its power is sufficient to return the entire Primordial World to chaos, annihilating all things.]

[Even Heavenly Dao Saints cannot be exempted.]

Dead silence.

Absolute dead silence.

When the last line of text was imprinted into the depths of Yang Chen's true spirit, his entire mind completely crashed.

Stunned.

He blankly "watched" the faint blue light screen, as if trying to burn through the lines of text with his gaze, etching them into his very bones.

Time lost all meaning at this moment.

It was unclear if an instant or ten thousand years had passed.

"Hh..."

An extremely suppressed, hoarse gasp, like the first breath of a drowning person surfacing, squeezed from the depths of his throat.

Immediately after.

A torrent of emotions, no, it was a volcano, suppressed to the extreme and then instantly erupting, surged from the deepest part of his true spirit with a world-destroying force!

It wasn't the relief of surviving a catastrophe.

Nor was it the excitement of grasping a lifeline.

It was a feeling that subverted his entire worldview, shattered all logic, and twisted despair and hope together in the most absurd way, giving birth to...

Extreme ecstasy!

An almost frenzied, hysterical ecstasy!

"Ha..."

"Hahahahaha..."

He wanted to laugh out loud, but the suppression of the Heavenly Might prevented him from making any sound. Yet, this laughter stirred up monstrous waves within his soul, within the ocean of his consciousness!

He understood.

In this instant, he understood everything!

All his previous despair, all his fear, all his unwillingness, at this moment, all turned into the most laughable, most ridiculous fuel, pushing his current ecstasy to an unprecedented peak!

Karma!

This Immeasurable Tribulation's karma, enough to turn a Saint into dust in an instant!

This wasn't a deadly poison!

This wasn't a debt dragging him into the abyss!

This was his weapon!

It was his strongest weapon for establishing himself in this Primordial World, even for rising above all beings...

It was the ultimate nuclear bomb tied to him, and simultaneously tied to the entire Primordial World, tied to the Heavenly Dao, tied to the necks of the Six Saints...

And he, Yang Chen, was the only one holding the detonator!

What do you mean the Heavenly Dao wants to settle accounts?

What do you mean the Six Saints want to suppress me?

Settle accounts?

Suppress?

Do you dare!

Try daring to touch even a single hair on my head!

If I die, we all return to Chaos together, and no one will live!

At this moment, Yang Chen's blood, which had been almost frozen by the endless Karmic Force and heavenly might, began to flow again.

No, it wasn't flowing.

It was boiling!

It was burning!

Every cell, every inch of his meridians, screamed and trembled madly in this extreme, twisted ecstasy!

The wails and curses of the billions of Dragon-Phoenix Qilin souls in his mind seemed to have changed their tune at this moment.

They were no longer seeking death with ghostly cries.

They were clearly a grand, tragic symphony orchestra composed of all the failures in the Primordial World, crowning him!

The illusion of mountains of corpses and seas of blood before his eyes was no longer a terrifying purgatory.

It was clearly the blood-red throne he had paved for himself with this immeasurable karma, leading straight to the pinnacle of power...

His greatest debt was actually his strongest trump card!

His only way out was to become the most hardcore, most arrogant, most lawless ultimate deadbeat in the entire Primordial World since the creation of heaven and earth!

Karma inherited through skill, why should it be repaid?

You want me to repay the debt?

Fine!

First, kneel down and beg me!

At this moment, all the confusion, fear, and despair in Yang Chen's heart were swept away.

In their place was an unprecedented, crystal-clear enlightenment.

An unparalleled sense of control, as if he controlled his own destiny, and even the destiny of the entire Primordial World!

He wasn't without options.

His only choice was to flip this table!