Primal Celestial Venerable Panics: "Father! I'll Be the Vice Sect Master of Chan Sect for You!"

The first to react wasn't anyone else.

It was precisely Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Lord, who had always valued rules the most, cared most about dignity, and regarded the order of heaven and earth as the foundation of his Great Dao.

Just a moment ago, his will had been the coldest, most decisive judge among the Six Sages.

To him, Yang Chen's existence was an ugly stain on the Primordial World, a festering sore that had to be scraped out and thoroughly excised.

But now, not only had this sore not been removed, it was about to turn the entire world into its burial ground.

The end of order was Chaos.

This was the outcome Primordial Heavenly Lord could least accept and tolerate.

He was afraid.

The Sage's majesty shattered.

That eternally unchanging, lofty Dao Heart, for the first time, showed a crack named "fear."

A madman! A complete and utter madman! How dare he! How dare he tie his own life and death to the survival of the entire Primordial World! My Dao is the order of the Heavenly Dao, the principle of all things. If heaven and earth return to nothingness, and all things cease to exist, where will order reside? Where will principles exist? No, I absolutely cannot let him succeed! Majesty, dignity... in the face of the continuation of the Dao lineage, all are but dust!

Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.

The profound sounds of the Great Dao echoing through the halls abruptly broke off at a most fundamental syllable.

The Twelve Golden Immortals, who were listening to the Sage's sermon, felt their Divine Souls seized by an invisible giant hand. A great terror, originating from the very source of heaven and earth, signaling the imminent end of the world, caused their expressions to change in unison.

The jade chime in Guangchengzi's hand silently turned to dust.

Chijingzi's body trembled violently beneath his robes.

They looked up in horror at their master, who sat enthroned on the cloud bed.

They saw that on Primordial Heavenly Lord's face, forever covered by the majesty of the Heavenly Dao, all indifference and order had collapsed.

An urgent, almost frantic Sage's thought, devoid of any concealment or preamble, transformed into a golden lightning bolt that tore through space and time. With a reckless abandon, it pierced through hundreds of millions of miles of void, directly charging into Yang Chen's consciousness, which was on the verge of "disintegration"!

"Stop!"

This voice no longer possessed the rhythm of a Sage's Dao sound, nor the embellishment of laws.

It was sharp, hurried, and even somewhat distorted due to extreme emotional fluctuation.

What it contained was pure, unadorned panic.

Immediately after, came a second, then a third Sage's thought, each more urgent, each faster than the last, as if fearing that if they were even a fraction of a second too late, the madman holding the button of destruction would truly press it.

"Father!"

"Fellow Daoist! What is the meaning of this!"

Boom!

This "Father" was not conveyed through sound, but directly imprinted upon Yang Chen's mind in its most fundamental form of will.

The impact it caused was far more intense and absurd than the threat of the Heavenly Dao divine lightning before.

The boundless Karmic Force within Yang Chen, which was churning, boiling, and on the verge of detonating the entire Primordial World, showed a momentary, bizarre stagnation in the face of this address.

He maintained his posture of having nothing left to live for, ready to drag the entire world to destruction at any moment, the flames of destruction still burning in his eyes.

But deep within his Divine Soul, the sea of ice constructed by absolute rationality, a barely perceptible ripple appeared due to this dropped stone.

Primordial Heavenly Lord on Kunlun Mountain... the Jade Pure Sage, who values rules and dignity the most, couldn't hold on first? Interesting, truly interesting. That 'Father' was called with such genuine emotion, but alas, I am no longer the fool who would be swayed by a few kind words from a superior.

Yang Chen sneered inwardly, but the distorted, liberating smile on his face became even more real and infectious because of this.

He did not respond.

He didn't even show any sign of having heard the words.

He simply continued to activate the Karma that bound him to the Primordial World's source, making the aura of "return to nothingness" even more potent, even more dangerous.

This silent action was the most direct answer to Primordial Heavenly Lord.

Your words are useless.

This extreme pressure instantly crushed Primordial Heavenly Lord's last psychological defense.

How could he care about face anymore? What about Sage's majesty?

In the face of the immense terror of the entire world returning to Chaos, all of this became worthless!

He had to stabilize this madman!

At any cost!

He had to stabilize him! This madman didn't care about life or death, didn't care about Karma, he only cared about dragging everyone to destruction together! What was face? As long as the Primordial World still existed, as long as the Chan Sect's Dao lineage remained, there would be plenty of opportunities for revenge for today's humiliation! Give it to him first, give him everything! As long as he stops!

"We can discuss anything, please don't bring ruin upon yourself, nor upon all living beings!"

Primordial Heavenly Lord's voice trembled with near pleading, throwing out the chip he could offer, one that would drive any Grand Unity Golden Immortal mad.

"As long as you stop, the position of Vice Sect Master of my Chan Sect is vacant for you!"

Vice Sect Master of Chan Sect!

What a revered position that was!

One below the heavens, above ten thousand immortals, holding the destiny of the Heavenly Origin Sect, commanding disciples in the name of a Saint.

This was a promise that even his most beloved disciple, Daoist Randeng, who had schemed for countless aeons, had never obtained.

However, Primal Celestial Venerable's Saintly thought surged wildly, each price he offered more astonishing than the last.

"All the Innate Spiritual Treasures of my Heavenly Origin Sect, except for the Pangu Banner, are yours to choose from!"

"The Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun Mountain, including all my registered disciples, shall obey your command!"

"Please!"

"Please just stay alive!"

If any being in the Primordial World were to hear these words, their worldview would be utterly shattered.

That Primal Celestial Venerable, arrogant to his very core, that Saint who viewed all beings as mere "beasts with fur and horns, born of water and eggs," was now, in order to let an "unclean anomaly" in his eyes live, lowering his noble head, a head that had never bowed to anyone.

He promised status, he promised magical treasures, he promised authority.

He even didn't hesitate to use the word "Father," a word that could tarnish his Dao Heart.

Yang Chen received all this information with perfect clarity.

Every word transformed into the purest nourishment, feeding his current cold, twisted ecstasy.

The position of Vice Sect Master? That was a shackle. Innate Spiritual Treasures? Those were bait. Obeying commands? That was surveillance. The Saint's promises sounded incredibly enticing, but if I truly stopped, losing this sole bargaining chip for mutual destruction, what awaited me would only be more complete, more irresistible suppression and refinement.

He, Yang Chen, having lived two lives, was no longer the fool who would be swayed by the grand promises of his boss.

You beings high above will never truly compromise; you will only use more elaborate cages to herd out-of-control pawns. You want me to stop? Fine, but not with these hypocritical rewards. I want you... to fear me, to fear me to your very bones!

He scoffed inwardly, but the curve of his lips widened, and the flames of destruction in his eyes burned even brighter.

The black Karmic Force on his body showed no signs of calming. Instead, due to Primal Celestial Venerable's "kindness," it churned even more violently, even more ferociously!

That aura of "Ultimate Void" once again spread wildly throughout the entire Primordial World at an exponential rate!

With his actions, he gave the clearest answer.

Not enough.

What you've given is far from enough!

Now is far from the time to stop.

A Saint's compromise is only the beginning.

What he wanted was for all the creditors high above to kneel before him, begging for his survival in the most humble manner!