Primordial: God-Tier Choice from Chaos

"Oh, right, there's this too!"

The Book of Destiny had been completely destroyed, but the Compass of Destiny, now masterless due to the Destiny Demon God's death, floated alone in place.

Zhou Jun waved his hand lightly, using his Mana to sweep the compass into his grasp.

"What a pity—though it's an Innate Supreme Treasure, the damage it took was so severe it's been downgraded to an Innate Spiritual Treasure! And its original functions tied to the Way of Fate are lost, leaving only the ability to probe one's own fortune."

Shaking his head, Zhou Jun felt a pang of regret.

"Still, not bad. Since my Heavenly Fortune aura ran out, I haven't stumbled upon any opportunities in ages. With this treasure, at least I can scope out what fortunes to seek next."

After stowing both the Compass of Destiny and the Chaos Purple Lotus into his space, Zhou Jun turned to look at the other Demon Gods.

"Greetings, Time and Space Demon God!"

The other Demon Gods, noticing Zhou Jun's gaze, hurriedly bowed in salute, their eyes filled with awe.

Back then, the Ancestor of Time had been a top-tier Demon God of their generation, yet he'd silently fallen at Zhou Jun's hands.

And now, the Destiny Demon God, whom none of them could handle together, had also perished by Zhou Jun's hand.

Though Zhou Jun's realm appeared the same as theirs, only one thought lingered in every mind: "The Time and Space Demon God—absolutely do not provoke!"

"Greetings, Fellow Daoists!"

Since they were polite, Zhou Jun returned the courtesy with a cupped fist salute. "I've always kept a low profile. I'd ask you all to keep today's events to yourselves."

Zhou Jun had no desire to court attention—playing the pig to eat the tiger was the true path. Besides, the Great Tribulation of World Creation loomed ahead. Shining now would only make him a target when the storm hit.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"We swear we won't breathe a word!"

"Our lips are sealed!"

The Demon Gods nodded repeatedly, their impression of Zhou Jun deepening.

No wonder they'd never heard of his reputation before—he was this low-key! Right, they'd have to warn their allied Demon Gods never to provoke the Time and Space Demon God.

"Well, since this matter is settled, I'll take my leave."

Zhou Jun nodded, casually tore open space, stepped through, and vanished.

"Whew!"

Only after Zhou Jun left did the remaining Demon Gods exhale in relief. After exchanging farewells, they each returned to recover from their injuries.

Elsewhere, Zhou Jun emerged from the space wormhole countless billions of miles away.

Sweeping his divine sense and finding no one around, he took out the Compass of Destiny he'd acquired earlier.

"I wonder how accurate this compass is at detecting opportunities. Hopefully, it'll help me find the best fortune nearby."

Shaking his head, Zhou Jun closed his eyes and activated the compass. Instantly, the needle spun wildly, and the entire device blazed with golden light!

Under Zhou Jun's divine sense, the residual Power of Fate within the compass began connecting to the threads of fate's laws, linking to endless opportunities.

"The Way of Fate is truly profound! But it's a shame the law of fate returned to chaos with the Destiny Demon God's death. The Power of Fate left in the compass isn't enough to condense into a law."

"If I get the chance later, I might see if I can repair the compass."

As Zhou Jun pondered, a sudden tremor in his mind from the compass delivered a crystal-clear message.

"Northwest, five trillion miles from here, a great opportunity is being born!"

With the message came a faint weakness—the toll of using the Compass of Destiny.

This divination had consumed a twentieth of Zhou Jun's vital blood!

"Whew, lucky I'm at the Peak Heavenly Dao Realm. This loss of blood is nothing. If I were still a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin, I'd probably have half my life drained."

After swallowing two Chaos Spirit Fruits to recover, Zhou Jun headed straight for the direction the compass indicated.

As the Time and Space Demon God, Zhou Jun's travel speed using time and space was naturally blistering.

A blur of shadow flashed by, and he was already tens of thousands of miles away. The terrifying speed stirred up Chaos Airflow into gales that could pulverize a Quasi-Saint into dust.

But Zhou Jun paid no mind to that. His focus was solely on the opportunity billions of miles away.

"This opportunity, divined at the cost of nearly a twentieth of my vital blood—don't let me down."

"Boom!"

Just as Zhou Jun arrived at the location the compass had pinpointed, two crimson sword beams shot straight at him!

"Huh?!"

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Zhou Jun hastily summoned countless Space Barriers to block!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Though Zhou Jun's Space Barriers were incredibly tough—able to neutralize most of even his own full-force strike—they were sliced through like tofu by those two sword beams, all shattered!

"Not good!"

Zhou Jun's face changed. He never imagined the sword beams would be so sharp. The hundreds of Space Barriers he'd raised were all cut clean through!