Visitors from Chaos

Beyond the boundary of the Primordial Wilderness, currents of Chaos churned, vast and uncanny.

A dark figure stood at the edge of Chaos, shrouded in impenetrable demonic qi, his aura as cold as ancient ice.

Beside him stood a tall, straight-backed man carrying a longsword on his back. His brows were knitted, his eyes full of worry. It was Dugu Baitian.

"Demon Lord, are we really going to seek help from the Primordial Wilderness?" Dugu Baitian asked hesitantly, his gaze fixed on the dark figure before him.

"The Primordial World is unfathomable. We know nothing about it. What if..."

"There is no what-if." The Demon Lord cut him off, his voice utterly cold, though a barely perceptible weariness lurked beneath his words.

"Dugu Baitian, you know better than anyone what our world is facing. That plan was a long shot to begin with. If it fails, every one of us will be doomed, our souls scattered. Our entire world will lose its last hope."

Dugu Baitian's heart sank, but he refused to give up. "But don't forget, our world's Heavenly Dao only developed emotions and began destroying the world because a being from the Primordial Wilderness corrupted it. If we come knocking on their door, how can we be sure we aren't inviting disaster in and repeating the same mistake?"

The Demon Lord fell silent for a moment. The demonic qi around him thickened, and his exhaustion grew more apparent. "We have no choice."

He was so tired. Whether as the Great Demon Heavenly King in his previous life or the Demon Lord in this one, he had always been contending with the Heavenly Dao and fighting against fate.

In his previous life, he had discovered that the Heavenly Dao, once impartial and selfless, without desires, maintaining the balance of