Death of Body and Dao, Let's Return to Chaos Together!

Just as all the supreme beings thought the situation was settled and this variable was about to be erased.

Yang Chen, who had been rolling, convulsing, and roaring on the ground, abruptly stopped all movement.

It wasn't a pause from exhaustion.

It was an absolute, bizarre stillness, originating from the very root.

Like a machine running to its limit, on the verge of collapse, being paused by an invisible hand.

The wails of the billions of Dragon-Phoenix Souls that had filled his divine soul, the hellish illusions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the endless torment that could crush a Grand Unity Golden Immortal's Dao heart into dust, had not disappeared.

They were still there.

However, Yang Chen no longer resisted them.

He let go of all resistance, allowing the black, venomous torrent to completely penetrate his true spirit, soaking into every inch of his flesh and blood.

He accepted it.

At this moment, he achieved the deepest, and most terrifying, resonance with the karma of this immeasurable tribulation, with the karmic sin that could destroy the entire Primordial World.

The supreme will from the Heavenly Dao and the Six Sages, which had been pressing down on him, clearly sensed this change.

In their perception, the ant's final struggle had ended.

His Dao heart had been completely devoured by karmic sin.

The flame of his true spirit had been extinguished.

This "error" was about to be corrected.

The terrifying pressure that could crush Mount Buzhou, because of this, showed a subtle, imperceptible loosening.

It was like a executioner seeing a prisoner give up resistance and willingly offer their neck for slaughter; the executioner's raised cleaver unconsciously slowed its descent.

It was this slight loosening.

It was this sliver of an instant, one ten-thousandth of a second.

Yang Chen moved.

Slowly, with an extremely stiff and sluggish posture, he staggered to his feet from the scorched earth, corroded by his own blood and karmic sin.

Every movement he made pulled at the dense, solidified black karmic sin surrounding him.

Black energy coiled, completely corroding his already tattered clothes, revealing pale skin covered in black cracks beneath.

His hair was disheveled, with the phantoms of dragon souls and the lament of phoenix spirits intertwined within his strands.

His neck creaked under the strain as he slowly raised his head.

That face could no longer be called human.

Pale, emaciated, with sunken cheeks, only his eyes—those eyes that had lost their luster, turning a dead, ashen white—now reignited with a spark of light.

It was not the light of hope.

Not the light of survival.

Even less so, the light of reason.

It was a pure, cold flame of "destruction," without any impurities of emotion.

He no longer roared.

He no longer complained.

He no longer even showed any expression of pain.

The muscles on his face, contorted by extreme distortion, slowly, bit by bit, pulled into an utterly bizarre smile.

That smile carried a sense of great liberation and great freedom.

It was as if a prisoner, who had carried the shackles of billions of years, had finally found the key to break free from all constraints.

And that key was himself.

It was his death.

He opened his arms, his movements slow and solemn, as if not welcoming death, but embracing a brand new era that belonged to him.

An era of all things returning to the void, of everything starting anew.

His voice rang out.

Not loud.

Even somewhat hoarse and weak.

Yet it contained a strange penetrative power, clearly piercing through the rumbling thunderous sounds of the tribulation clouds above the heavens, echoing through the nine heavens and ten earths, and precisely reaching the six supreme wills.

"My heart is so tired, I don't even want to cultivate immortality anymore!"

One sentence.

A light, casual sentence.

In the Jade Void Palace on Mount Kunlun, the cold, judging will of Primal Celestial Venerable remained undisturbed.

The words of a collapsing Dao heart were only natural.

On Golden Ao Island in the East Sea, Sovereign of Heaven's Immortal-Slaying Sword Intent was poised, waiting for the source of this karma to completely lose its final resistance.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Empress Nuwa's compassion grew stronger, yet she felt increasingly powerless.

On Mount Sumeru in the West, within Jieyin and Zhunti's wills, that sliver of "regret" was almost tangible.

On Shouyang Mountain, Grand Supreme Elder Lord's non-action Dao heart remained as calm as an ancient well.

Everything was proceeding according to its destined path.

This variable was negating itself.

This mistake was ending itself.

However, Yang Chen's next words caused the entire Primordial World, the Six Sages who overlooked eternity, and the lofty Heavenly Dao, to freeze instantly.

He took a deep breath, inhaling not spiritual energy, but the boundless, churning black karma surrounding him.

His entire chest expanded, as if to swallow Rahula's lifelong sins and the Three Tribes' every grievance.

Then.

With all the strength in his body, with all the unwillingness and madness from his two lifetimes, he let out a roar to the heavens!

That voice was no longer weak, no longer hoarse!

It was a declaration from the deepest part of his true spirit, the most earth-shattering declaration!

"Why not just die here and now, let this immeasurable karma erupt completely, and return to Chaos together!"

BOOM--!!!

These words were not a spell, not a divine ability, not even containing any power of law.

But the consequences they wrought were infinitely more terrifying than any chaotic divine thunder, any attack from a Sage!

It was not an attack.

It was a declaration.

A declaration of equality, and the most terrifying one at that, from the most insignificant pawn on the chessboard to all the players holding the pieces.

I cannot live.

None of you will live either!

This was the hysterical cry of an ant.

This was also the most naked, unvarnished, ultimate threat to the entire Primordial World, to the Heavenly Dao, and to the Six Sages!

The moment the words fell.

Without needing any will to activate them.

The immeasurable karma bound deeply to the Primordial World's origin, as if hearing the long-awaited "detonation" command, began to boil, churn, and expand violently in an unprecedented manner!

This was no longer karma corroding him.

It had transformed into an activated Chaos nuclear bomb capable of destroying the entire universe!

The pure, condensed destructive energy within began to skyrocket geometrically!

A terrifying aura of "end" and "return to ruin" emanated from Yang Chen, instantly tearing through the constraints of time and space, ignoring the barriers of law, and spreading madly towards every corner of the Primordial World!

The ground beneath his feet silently annihilated.

The space around him violently twisted and collapsed.

All the fundamental laws, karma, space-time, five elements, yin-yang... that constituted the world, under the impact of this returning-to-ruin force, let out groans of being unable to bear the burden, showing signs of disintegration!

He was actually going to self-detonate!