This Remark Causes the Entire Primordial World to Explode Instantly!

Silence.

A silence so profound it could freeze time and space.

Yang Chen's declaration, "Let's return to Chaos together," didn't unleash a cataclysmic storm of laws. Instead, it was like an invisible needle, poisoned to the hilt, piercing the most vulnerable nerve center of this world with pinpoint accuracy.

The sounds vanished.

The wind stilled.

Even the inky-black tribulation clouds high in the heavens, which had been furiously gathering power, fell eerily silent, their grating friction of laws within them ceasing in that instant.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Tushita Palace.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace, which burned eternally, faltered. The golden Dao fire, which had nurtured countless Aeons, flickered unnaturally, its color shifting from pure gold to a dull hue.

Grand Supreme Elder Lord, seated on his cushion, abruptly stopped fanning himself with the palm-leaf fan that had swayed for eons.

His eyes, which reflected the birth and death of the universe and the cycle of Reincarnation, that sea of tranquil non-action, were suddenly disturbed by a stone, capable of stirring up a monstrous wave.

The indifference in his gaze shattered.

A madman, a complete and utter madman. He had tied his own life and death to the very existence of the Primordial World. Non-action, the premise of non-action is "existence." If the world returns to the void and all things cease to be, what non-action is there to speak of? This chess piece was no longer a chess piece; he had turned himself into the chessboard, intending to drag all the players down with him in utter ruin.

What replaced it was an unprecedented, violent fluctuation, a mixture of shock and absurdity.

Eastern Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.

"...The Dao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Dao..."

Primal Celestial Venerable's sermon, filled with majesty and order, came to an abrupt halt on a single word.

His Golden Immortal disciples, like Guangchengzi and Chijingzi, who had been listening entranced, suddenly felt a tremor from the depths of their souls, as if the heavens were about to collapse.

They looked up in horror, only to see an expression on their master's face, unchanged for millennia, that they had never witnessed before.

It wasn't anger.

It wasn't authority.

Preposterous! Such a defiled anomaly should have been crushed into dust by the order of the Heavenly Dao. Yet he dared to threaten the Heavenly Dao in return! On what grounds? On the Karma that did not belong to him? This was the ultimate trampling of order, the most vicious provocation against the dignity of a Saint. To punish him would lead to the world's return to Chaos... If they didn't punish him, were they to tolerate such a rebellious individual playing with the rules of the Heavenly Dao at his fingertips?

It was pure, unadulterated disbelief.

Crack.

An extremely faint, yet crystal-clear cracking sound echoed in the silent Jade Void Palace.

On the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in Primal Celestial Venerable's hand, a symbol of the Heavenly Dao's authority and the order of the Heavenly Origin Sect, a hairline crack, finer than a strand of hair, silently appeared and began to spread.

East Sea, Golden Ao Island, Biyou Palace.

Buzz!

The four strands of Immortal Slaying Sword Qi, which had been quietly hovering around Sovereign of Heaven, instilling fear in all immortals, let out a violent, uncontrolled wail at the exact same moment.

The sword Qi surged towards the heavens, instantly tearing four bottomless rents in the dome of Biyou Palace, through which chaotic energy poured in madly.

"Master!"

Holy Mother Wudang and Holy Mother Jinling, standing by his side, turned deathly pale and knelt simultaneously.

Sovereign of Heaven abruptly stood up from his cushion.

He paid no heed to the out-of-control sword Qi, nor did he comfort his startled disciples.

His eyes, always filled with defiance and a fighting spirit, were now fixed on a certain point in the void. In them, besides overwhelming shock, there was a trace of... an indescribable, almost frenzied admiration.

Audacious!

Hahaha, good! Well done, "Let's return to Chaos together!" This is truly seizing a sliver of life! Facing the Heavenly Dao, facing the Six Saints, he didn't beg for mercy or offer his neck for slaughter, but dared to flip the table! This spirit of choosing to be shattered jade rather than unbroken tile was tens of thousands of times superior to my disciples who only know how to cultivate! Interesting, so interesting! This stagnant Primordial World has finally produced a remarkable individual who dares to challenge the Heavenly Dao!

Well said, "Let's return to Chaos together!"

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Wa Huang Palace.

The zither music broke off.

Saint Nuwa's delicate fingers, poised to pluck the strings, froze in mid-air.

The color drained from her sacred and compassionate face.

She felt it.

She felt the very origin of the Primordial World letting out the most tragic, unbearable cries. The human race she had created, the myriad living beings she cherished, the beauty and order that constituted the entire world, were all pushed to the brink of annihilation by that single declaration.

No... this cannot be. How can the beings I created, the creatures I protected, be utterly destroyed because of this old grievance? He is also a pitiable being, innocently caught in this vortex of Karma. But now, he intends to drag the entire world down with him as his funeral offering. My children... they are innocent. No, I must stop him. No matter the cost, I must make him live, and make this world live.

It was a profound fear, stemming from the instinct of a creator.

In the distant West, Mount Sumeru.

The spiritual mountain realm, bathed in Buddhist light, its grand chanting that had echoed for countless years, at this moment, became fragmented and completely lost its tune.

The two Saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, who were expounding the Great Vow to their disciples and painting the blueprint of the Pure Land, had their expressions freeze instantly.

Daoist Jieyin's face, perpetually etched with suffering, no longer held compassion, only a blankness.

Daoist Zhunti's face, always carrying a slight smile, had that smile as if fiercely wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving only stiffness.

They looked at each other.

Without a single word, they saw the same thing in each other's pupils, which had contracted sharply in extreme terror.

Fear!

It's over, it's all over! The eons-long schemes of my Western Teachings, the forty-eight Great Vows, the merit and fortune that we painstakingly accumulated, will all be burned away by this madman? We treated him as a "Karma Vessel" that could be used, but who would have thought that this vessel contained not poison, but a Chaos Divine Thunder capable of destroying the entire world! We miscalculated, Senior Brother, we completely miscalculated! We cannot afford this price! The West cannot afford it either!

It was the fear of the end of the world descending!

They had schemed for eons, planned for countless Aeons, spared no effort in making forty-eight Great Vows, and overdrafted the entire fortune of the West, finally managing to build up their current foundation.

All of this, this sacred Spiritual Mountain, this boundless pool of merit, these hundreds of millions of devout believers...

Would all turn to nothing because of a single madman's words, from an ant they could have easily crushed before?

No!

This is not madness!

The Six Saints, at the same moment, from their respective dojos, refocused their supreme will onto Yang Chen with unprecedented speed and intensity.

They finally understood.

That was not the cry of an ant facing death.

That was not the hysterical threat of a madman.

It was someone holding a detonator, calmly stating a fact that was about to happen.

He was not joking.

He actually dared!

He actually would do it!

"Boom!"

Almost the instant the Six Saints' thoughts aligned, across the Primordial World, countless ancient beings who had lived in seclusion were all startled and leaped from their caves.

In Wuzhuang Temple, the Earth Book in Zhenyuanzi's hand trembled violently, and the Ginseng Fruit Tree above his head swayed wildly, as if it would be uprooted at any second.

In the Northern Darkness Sea, within the Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng suddenly transformed into his true form, his sky-obscuring wings flapping restlessly, stirring the entire Northern Darkness Sea into waves ten thousand feet high.

In the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus beneath Ancestor Minghe's backside flashed with light. He looked up at the sky in horror, feeling as if the blood sea he depended on for survival was evaporating from its very source!

The entire Primordial World, at this moment, whether it was the high and mighty Saints, the powerful Quasi-Saints, or even the ignorant beings...

All existence had their throats firmly gripped by an invisible, great terror named "The End."

The pot had completely exploded!