The silver branches of the Chaos Divine Tree swayed in the wind, its once brilliant leaves now dull and lifeless, and the Profound Yellow Qi between its veins nearly exhausted.
Taichu stood atop the treetop, his fingertips lightly touching a dying bud, his brow furrowed.
"A century has passed, and the Silver Branch has still not recovered. Master, there must be something fishy about this."
The roots of the Six-Eared Macaque Divine Tree penetrated the earth's veins, sensing the fluctuations of the Chaos Sea.
The Taichu remained silent, his gaze seemingly fixed on the edge of Hundun.
Although the Incense Altar in the Primordial Origin World has collapsed, the mortal kingdoms still spontaneously worship the name of "Taichu Dao Venerable".
These powers of faith should have nourished the silver branch, but now they have vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
"Something's not right," Taichu whispered. "The silver branch isn't withering; it's... transforming."
At that moment, the twelve Bronze Ancient Lamp Pangu Ancestral Hall suddenly went out.
On the North Sea, the Guixu Crack expands once more.
Nuwa stands on the sea surface, Mountains and Rivers State Diagram reflects strange phenomena on the seabed.
The seal on the Bronze Coffin was breaking down on its own, and black roots crawled all over the surface of the coffin, wriggling like living things.
"The Lord of Eternal Silence is dead, so why is the coffin still moving?"
The Empress Houtu's Reincarnation Disk trembled violently, and the image appearing on its surface caused her expression to change drastically. "No! Inside the coffin... is not the Lord of Eternal Silence!"
In the image, the interior of the Bronze Coffin is not the true form of the gray mist, but a pitch-black seed with blood-red patterns on its surface, beating like a heart.
"The Chaos Seed..." Nuwa's voice trembled slightly, "This is a forbidden object in legend, capable of giving birth to a new era! Quickly send a telepathic message to the Dao Venerable."
Taichu and Six-Eared Macaque broke the seal of Gui Xu and stepped into the coffin.
This is not a perpetually silent space shrouded in gray fog, but rather a void.
Suspended in the center was a black seed the size of a fist, with dark golden liquid flowing on its surface. Every pulsation caused the Chaos Sea to tremble.
"This is not the power of the Lord of Eternal Silence."
The Taichu Profound Yellow Dao Seed resonated with it, generating a tearing, excruciating pain. "It is more ancient than eternal silence..."
The moment the roots of the Six-Eared Macaque sacred tree touched the seed, it withered and died instantly.
He grunted and quickly pulled away. "It's devouring the Chaos Ancestral Blood!"
Suddenly, the seed cracked open, and a wisp of black and gold mist drifted out, transforming into a human shape.
It was a man draped in a black robe, his face blurred, only his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.
"Taichu Dao Venerable, it's been a long time..."
Taichu looked at the creature in front of him with confusion, but had no recollection of it at all.
Seeing the confusion in Taichu's eyes, the man in black robes couldn't help but smile wickedly, "It seems I really overestimated you..."
The man's voice was deep and resonant, carrying an eerie echo, "I am the will of the ' Chaos Seed '—'Nothingness'."
Pangu Ancestral Hall, an ethereal projection floated before everyone.
"The Lord of Eternal Silence is merely a cleaner of the Chaos Sea, while I..."
With a wave of his hand, countless illusory worlds appeared in his palm. "This is the true rebirth."
In the scene, the Primordial World collapses, replaced by a completely new Hundun universe.
There was no conflict between gods and demons, no Faith Poison, only the most primordial Hundun power flowing.
"The old era will eventually decay; why not actively embrace new life?"
The ethereal voice, like a demonic whisper, pierced the ears. " In the Taichu, you have witnessed the calamity of the gods and the chaos of faith; do you still intend to guard this primordial Primordial Wilderness destined for decay?"
Six-Eared Macaque flew into a rage, his Heaven Opening Axe pointing straight at nothingness. "Absurd! Destroying all living beings, you dare call yourself a new life?"
Void chuckled softly, "Destruction? No, this is sublimation. You truly are the epitome of ignorance; even with the cultivation of an Emperor, you can't hide your ignorance..."
His figure vanished, leaving only his last words echoing. "The Chaos Seed has awakened. You... have only one chance to choose."
The Primordial Origin World has fallen into unprecedented turmoil.
The existence of the Chaos Seed spread throughout the Three Realms, and cultivators split into two factions—one believing that the new era should be embraced, and the other vowing to protect the Primordial Wilderness.
Taichu stood atop the Chaos Divine Tree, gazing at the gradually withering silver branches.
"Master, if the Chaos Seed can truly reshape everything..." Six-Eared Macaque whispered, "Should we consider it?"
Taichu shook his head firmly. "If new life comes at the cost of destruction, it is nothing more than another form of eternal silence."
Profound Yellow Dao Seed appeared in his palm, its seventy-two roots piercing into the void. "Since the Chaos Seed wants to devour the Primordial Wilderness, then let it... taste what it's like to be devoured first!"
At this moment, the Guixu Sea Eye completely collapsed, and the Chaos Seed broke free from its seal.
It is rooted in the Chaos Sea, its roots extending through the three thousand worlds, and as its branches and leaves spread out, countless stars are swallowed up.
Taichu led the cultivators of the Primordial Origin World to fight, and the Profound Yellow Dao Seed and the Chaos Seed clashed fiercely, distorting the laws of heaven and earth.
"It's useless, in the Taichu."
A voice of nothingness emanated from within the seed. "The Chaos Seed is the inevitable consequence of the changing of eras; you... are merely remnants of the old age."
"Yeah?"
Taichu sneered, suddenly activating the last vestiges of life in the Chaos Silver Branch, "Then let's see who the true afterimage is!"
The withered silver branch suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and the seventy-two withered leaves transformed into Liu Guang, piercing into the core of the Chaos Seed!
The Chaos Seed trembled violently, and the blood-red patterns on its surface crumbled inch by inch.
Nothingness roared in despair, "Impossible! How could you...?"
"The silver branch was never a weapon," the Taichu voice echoed through the Hundun. "It is a vessel of balance left behind by the First Generation Pangu!"
Even so, you are powerless to reverse the Taichu. You have ultimately forgotten who I am, and one day you will understand what nothingness is...
The terrifying Daoist chant resounded throughout the Three Realms, and the figure of the black-robed man vanished into the Primordial Origin World.
Meanwhile, in the Primordial Chaos World, a strange phenomenon occurred. The Primordial Chaos World, which was originally gray, was now surging with Hundun power, and purple energy was rising everywhere.
In the Primordial Origin World, when the last Profound Yellow Qi was injected into the seed, the Chaos Seed's rampage came to an abrupt end.
Its outer shell peeled away, revealing a pure, tender bud at its core.
Six-Eared Macaque was stunned. "This is..."
The Primordial Origin World returned to a brief period of peace, and the Chaos Seed transformed into a seedling, taking root beside the Chaos Divine Tree.
It no longer devours, but coexists with the silver branches, their roots intertwined, together nourishing the Primordial Wilderness.
The Taichu stood between two trees, gazing at the rising sun in the distance. "Hundun and order, destruction and rebirth... have never been opposites."
Six-Eared Macaque laughed, "Master, at least this time it's not all fighting and killing."
Taichu shook his head. "Not necessarily."
He raised his hand and pointed to the heavens—in the Depths of Chaos, something even more ancient seemed to be watching all this.