Primordial Realm.
Lin Cheng let out a soft breath, took two steps back, and admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.
"Finally finished."
Floating before him was a sword hilt—a golden sword hilt.
Lin Cheng reached out and picked it up. A vast, majestic power instantly gathered around it. Though he held only a sword hilt in his hand, endless chaotic aura flowed forth, forming a sharp sword that flickered in and out of sight.
"This sword contains the power of the supreme rules. I used the Creator's will to suppress it, analyze it, and even control it. For now, it has only barely taken on a rudimentary form. There is still a long way to go before it truly takes shape and unleashes its power."
"It needs time to be nurtured."
"This sword will serve in the final battle between myself and the supreme..."
"This is the Dao-Slaying Sword. I will use it to shatter the supreme rules!"
At that thought, Lin Cheng's gaze grew solemn, yet an uncontrollable heat rose within it.
A battle against the supreme rules!
From fear, numbness, and despair at the beginning, to anticipation and burning fervor now.
It had to be said that the existence of the Primordial Realm had given him immense confidence.
Even now, he had yet to uncover the Primordial Realm's true origins. He only knew that the Creator's will was exceedingly mysterious, exceedingly terrifying, boundless and vast!
It was a power capable of contending with the supreme will.
This sword fused the powers of the supreme rules and the Creator's will. With the nurturing of the entire Primordial Realm, given enough time, it would inevitably become the most powerful supreme treasure in the entire Origin Sea—without equal!
"Though the supreme rules possess no emotions and no consciousness... they still have their