Powerholder!

"Creatures of the old era truly should not exist!"

A phantom appeared in Dragon Venerable's pupils.

"Hello. You may call me—the Powerholder!"

Zhang Qing's pupils contracted.

This being...

Was so powerful!

Powerful beyond imagination.

The Myriad Worlds stood upon laws, yet this being seemed to stand above them.

What did that represent?

The Heavenly Dao?

The Great Dao?

Something above the Great Dao?

Powerholder—what new realm was that?

But come to think of it.

The concept of a Powerholder sounded incredibly impressive.

The Myriad Worlds, including the Primal Land—the laws and the workings of order—could all be called power.

And a Powerholder meant someone who held all power in their grasp?

"May I ask..." Zhang Qing said, reining himself in slightly.

"Enough. You need not speak. Just listen to me," the Powerholder said.

"The Evolution of the Chaos Sea follows a fixed pattern."

"The Myriad Worlds are likewise evolved according to a fixed pattern."

"It is like..."

As he spoke.

A stellar vortex appeared in the Powerholder's hand.

Within it, a great river surged onward.

Whenever waves rose upon the river, droplets would scatter away.

And every one of those droplets.

Was a Chaos Sea!

"The ultimate meaning of life is... hmm... the big fish eat the little fish."

"This makes it easier for you to understand."

"Of course, I am not belittling you. After all, I too was born within a Chaos Sea. It is merely that my true body is Chaos Life."

The Powerholder said.

"The Chaos Sea's mission is not to give birth to Powerholders, but to produce enough War Soldiers."

"For example, you have barely reached the level of a Level One War Soldier."

"But I do not like things from the old era, so I designed a script for you."

"That you were able to