Chains of Order

They might have loves, hatreds, and grudges. They might dislike cultivation and harbor all kinds of distracting thoughts. But Chaos Sovereigns were different—every one of them pursued the Great Dao with relentless perseverance, absolute gods!

Naturally, the Soul Screamer also hoped to achieve such an accomplishment.

Those who could escape the end of a Chaos Epoch, whether Innate Demon Gods or Hereditary Cultivators, were none of them ordinary beings.

For their own Dao and path, they would pay any price, even laying plans that spanned billions of years.

"Your ancestor has a way. By following the path that Su Changqing's exotic beast took, we naturally need not fear those Divine Chains of Order."

At that moment, the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor stared at the endless Undying Mountain Range. Suddenly recalling something, he spoke.

The exotic beast beneath Su Changqing's command was no ordinary creature. Its enormous Divine Body was nearly ten million zhang tall, and wherever it passed, the Ice Dao spread forth, paving icy roads that blanketed heaven and earth.

They could simply follow behind it.

"What a joke. I am a Chaos God-Fiend born innately. Must I borrow the path of a Hereditary Cultivator who has cultivated for less than five thousand years?" Chen Mu frowned slightly and said coldly.

"He has cultivated for less than five thousand years?"

The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor froze, looking toward the snow-white figure ahead. He was utterly stunned.

The other had attained the Dao through the Great Dao of the Blade, a Dao of slaughter whose power could even rival the sword Dao, one of the Three Thousand Great Daos' strongest killing Daos. Yet his cultivation time had been so brief.

"Follow me!" Chen Mu snorted coldly and extended his palm. A Black Horn appeared, shaped like a crescent moon.

Woooo—!