Sovereign of Heaven Panicked: Dad! Whoever Messed with You, I'll Kill Him with the Immortal Slaying Sword!

Primal Celestial Venerable's near-pleading remnant of holy intent had yet to fade when another, utterly different will tore through the void and descended with ferocious force!

Unlike Primordial's cold, calculating will, this one was domineering and unrestrained, containing the sharpness to cleave apart everything and a pure will to battle.

It was like a peerless vicious sword drawn from its sheath. The mere descent of its will made the dense black aura of karmic sin around Yang Chen sizzle as it was sliced apart by invisible sword intent.

Golden Ao Island in the East Sea, Biyou Palace.

Sovereign of Heaven could no longer suppress his appreciation and excitement.

Good!

What a "let's all return to chaos together"!

This was true seizing of a sliver of life!

This was the supreme audacity to dare contend with Heaven and battle Saints!

Though the myriad immortals under him were known as the greatest sect in the prehistoric world, who among them possessed such courage? Who had such ruthlessness?

Those two old fogeys, Primordial and Laozi, only knew how to follow the rules and scheme over that pitiful bit of fortune. They had long lost the edge Father God Pangu had shown when he created heaven and earth.

This kid named Yang Chen was interesting—far too interesting!

This lifeless prehistoric world needed a true dragon like him, one capable of stirring the winds and clouds!

That appreciation instantly overwhelmed his fear of "perishing together," transforming into the most direct and undisguised attempt at recruitment.

A will even more urgent and resounding than Primal Celestial Venerable's holy intent became an invisible heavenly sword, crashing through Yang Chen's Sea of Consciousness and bringing even the wails of countless dead souls to an abrupt halt.

"Dad!"

That cry of "Dad" rang out powerfully, full of unquestionable dominance.

"Which blind fool messed with you?!"

"Tell Dad!"

Sovereign of Heaven's holy intent rampaged through Yang Chen's Sea of Consciousness, carrying the overbearing force of someone determined to stand up for him.

"I'll bring the Four Immortal Slaying Swords right now and set up the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation to vent your anger!"

"Even if the Heavenly Dao provoked you, I'll help you poke a few holes through it!"

How wildly arrogant those words were!

The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation could not be broken without four Saints. It was the greatest killing formation in the prehistoric world. To deploy it was to make an enemy of the entire Heavenly Dao.

Yet at this moment, Sovereign of Heaven was willing, just to soothe Yang Chen, to use this treasure that suppressed his sect as a tool to vent the anger of the "dad" he had just acknowledged.

Yang Chen maintained that utterly despondent posture, as though ready to detonate everything at any moment. Yet deep within his Divine Soul, that icy sea of absolute rationality rippled once more.

Tongtian.

The most unruly, most loyal, and most impulsive of the Three Pure Ones.

His reaction was within Yang Chen's expectations.

Primordial's "kindness" was poisoned wine, a shackle of order wrapped in sugar.

Tongtian's "kindness," meanwhile, was a knife offered to him.

A blade incomparably sharp, yet one that was likewise beyond his control.

He wanted to use me to break the current balance between the Saints and oppose Primordial and Laozi.

He admired my madness, but he also wanted to bring that madness under his control—to make me part of his Jie Sect, his sharpest sword.

But you still do not understand.

Yang Chen sneered inwardly.

I am not a chess piece, nor do I wish to become anyone's blade.

What I want is to become the one who overturns this chessboard!

Seeing that Yang Chen still showed no reaction, while the aura of returning to the void continued to rise, Sovereign of Heaven truly panicked.

His domineering holy intent surged forth again, carrying undisguised contempt.

"Don't listen to that old bastard Primordial's nonsense!"

"What deputy sect leader? It's all empty talk! His Chan Sect only has a handful of nobodies. The position of deputy sect leader isn't worth a fart!"

"Come to my Jie Sect!"

Sovereign of Heaven's voice was full of temptation. The terms he offered were more direct and even more shocking than Primal Celestial Venerable's.

"I'll appoint you as the First Deputy Sect Leader of Jie Sect, with status equal to mine!"

"The myriad immortal disciples under my command, from Duobao, Wudang, and Jinling on down, will be at your disposal!"

"The gates of Biyou Palace will always stand open for you!"

"Whoever dares make you unhappy is making me, Tongtian, unhappy!"

Those words struck like iron, every word containing a Saint's unquestionable will.

Status equal to a Saint, command over myriad immortals.

What terrifying authority was that?

It was a promise enough to leave any living being in the prehistoric world breathless.

Sovereign of Heaven's voice was full of the fierce protectiveness of a parent shielding his child. His sincerity and boldness were almost tangible.

It was as if he had already regarded Yang Chen as one of his own. So long as Yang Chen nodded, he would immediately become the prehistoric world's foremost enforcer, wielding the Four Immortal Slaying Swords to sweep aside every obstacle for him.

Yet Yang Chen still did not move.

The strange, liberated smile on his face did not change in the slightest.

The pure, cold flames of destruction in his eyes continued to burn quietly.

Not enough.

Still not enough.

The status, treasures, and authority you offer all rest upon the premise that the prehistoric world exists.

And I am precisely the one who can make that premise vanish completely.

Your logic was wrong from the very beginning.

You are not rewarding me. You are begging me.

And if you are begging, then you must beg properly!

The next moment.

Yang Chen's eyes, burning with flames of destruction, slowly turned.

His gaze seemed to pierce endless time and space, ignoring the vast distance, and precisely locked onto that enormous island above the East Sea, wreathed in immortal mist and attended by myriad immortals.

Golden Ao Island!

As his gaze "settled" upon it.

A black thread countless times finer than a hair was precisely peeled away from the boundless karmic sin boiling and churning around him.

This black thread ignored space, ignored time, and ignored the protection of the laws surrounding a Saint's abode.

The instant it appeared, it had already reached the skies above Golden Ao Island.

Boom—!!!

There was no sound. There was no light.

The previously clear heavens above Golden Ao Island suddenly darkened.

It was not dark clouds blocking out the sun.

Rather, light itself had been erased at the level of laws.

Golden Ao Island, together with the tens of thousands of Jie Sect disciples upon it, fell in that instant into absolute darkness and deathly silence, where one could not see even a hand before one's face.

The dense innate spiritual energy on the island, so rich it had become nearly tangible, seemed to have been poisoned. It began to rot and decay at a horrifying speed.

The core of the mountain-protecting formation—an upper-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure personally refined by Sovereign of Heaven—instantly dimmed, its treasure light fading as it let out a mournful cry under unbearable strain.

The Jie Sect disciples cultivating within their respective caves suddenly felt a tremor rise from the deepest parts of their Divine Souls.

Their Dao Hearts, their mana, and their connection to heaven and earth were forcibly severed in that instant by an invisible hand!

Within Biyou Palace.

Sovereign of Heaven's strong body, which had just risen, suddenly stiffened.

The bold, confident smile on his face froze completely.

He felt it.

That pure, utterly undisguised power of "returning to the void" was hanging above his sect's abode.

It had not erupted.

It merely hung there quietly.

This was a silent warning.

The most direct, and most terrifying, display of force.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The four killing treasures floating at his side—Immortal Slaying, Immortal Massacring, Immortal Trapping, and Immortal Extinction—which dared even cut down the Heavenly Dao, now let out violent cries of distress from their very origins!

Their blades trembled madly, the Great Dao Runes upon them flickering bright and dim as though they would completely collapse the next instant.

Sovereign of Heaven's sword heart was ruthlessly pierced in that moment by that cold will of destruction.

Yang Chen had given his clearest answer through action.

Words alone were useless.

You lofty Saints had better bleed heavily today and bring out something real—something that could truly satisfy me.

This matter was not over!