Four Powers Burn the Heavens, Chaos King Arrives

Crack—!

The sound of the firmament shattering echoed across the entire Earth. It was not the roar of a typical energy explosion, but the deathly, piercing shriek of cosmic laws collapsing.

The Chaos barrier, previously suppressed by the combined efforts of the four, had completely broken free from its restraints under the collision and combustion of four top-tier primordial powers. The ancient Saiyan bloodline, the full-power Super Saiyan origin, pure Saiyan battle aura, and Frieza's imperial energy—four extreme forces spanning the hierarchy of this universe—crashed, merged, and detonated against one another.

What everyone had believed to be a blockade and suppression had, in the end, transformed entirely into the kindling that tore the world asunder.

High above, a pitch-black rift spanning ten thousand miles fully formed.

A torrent of chaotic, pitch-black energy poured down through the gap. It was no longer the thin, eerie gray-black mist from before, but a thick, ink-like, mountainously heavy manifestation of chaotic sludge. Wherever it passed, space collapsed, energy was utterly extinguished, and the vitality of heaven and earth was reduced to zero, inch by inch.

The entire sky was rapidly shrouded in darkness. Day turned to eternal night in an instant, with only the faint starlight leaking through the damaged atmosphere in the distance, leaving the world desolate and silent, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

Lin Chen, who was anchoring the formation on the ground, felt his mind reel; a sense of powerlessness that reached deep into his marrow swept through his entire body.

He could clearly perceive his own bloodline origin burning frantically. It was not the consumption of battle exhaustion, but rather being forcibly extracted and channeled by the laws of heaven and earth, fed continuously into the chaotic rift above to serve as the cornerstone for bridging the two realms.

The seal left by his ancestors ten thousand years ago, the special anchor of his mutated bloodline, and the Super Saiyan Prototype origin he had achieved in his own moment of desperation—all had become bargaining chips in the calculations of the Chaos Race.

How could this be...

Not far away, the black-haired Saiyan Kallen froze in mid-air, his purple aura violently chaotic, his eyes filled with an unbelievable sense of defeat.

He had exhausted his strength to seal the airspace, erase the chaotic mist, and drain his own battle power to stabilize the barrier, all to delay the catastrophe and hold onto the final sliver of hope. Who would have thought that every ounce of power he outputted was only accelerating the collapse of the cosmic barrier?

The destiny he had pursued for half his life, the hope of the race he had guarded his entire life—in the end, he had been the one to push open the gates of the apocalypse. This extreme absurdity and despair instantly crushed the proud, pure-blooded Saiyan warrior.

At the very top of the clouds, the golden-haired full-power Super Saiyan, who had been exerting all his strength to stabilize the spatial barrier, swayed violently, a trickle of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He had lived through long ages, witnessed the destruction of star seas and the rise and fall of races, and believed he had long since seen through every dangerous scheme in the universe. Yet, only now did he understand that the layout of the extraterritorial Chaos was something the beings of this universe could never fathom.

The enemy had endured for ten thousand years, not seeking a momentary slaughter or the extinction of a race, but to set up a grand scheme spanning ages, using the instinctive protection of all top-tier combatants to reverse-burn the laws of heaven and earth, forcibly breaking the shackles between the two realms.

"What a ruthless scheme... what terrifying patience."

A low murmur escaped the golden-haired Super Saiyan, his tone heavy with unprecedented gravity.

Ten thousand years of dormancy, step-by-step guidance, borrowing the hands of enemies, the strength of friends, and the threads of destiny to achieve the ultimate opportunity for a Chaos invasion. This was no longer a simple conflict between forces, but a dimensional harvest from a higher plane.

The most furious of them all was Frieza, at the center of the high-altitude barrier.

Having dominated the galaxy for hundreds of years, he had always been the one to lay the plans, the chess player who toyed with hearts and controlled life and death. Never in his life had he imagined he would become the most critical piece in someone else's game.

His imperial energy, which he took such pride in, and his tyrannical battle power, which had swept across the star seas, were now being continuously absorbed by the chaotic rift, transformed into the very weapon that tore his own territory apart.

"You bastards!!"

Frieza's crimson eyes turned blood-red. Extreme rage shattered all his self-restraint. The ghostly white energy around him went completely berserk, his previously contained battle power fully unleashed, causing the atmosphere to roar in layers under the shock of his aura.

He wanted to withdraw his power and sever the connection, only to find that the four primordial forces had already been tightly bound by the laws of Chaos. The more violently he struggled, the more ferocious the collision of powers became, and the faster the cosmic barrier shattered.

Invisible shackles of law had locked all four of them in place.

"Do not try to break free by force!"

Lin Chen gritted his teeth and shouted, his voice piercing through the deathly silent torrent of Chaos.

"The four origins have already merged with the barrier. Forcing a breakout will only tear the world apart instantly, allowing the Chaos army to flood the entire galaxy!"

Through the inherited memories of his ancestor's soul, he had instantly grasped the nature of the current rule-based shackles.

They were no longer being restrained by external forces, but were now bound by their own power, their own protection, and their own destiny. If one suffered, all suffered; if one moved, everything would collapse.

Frieza's aura fluctuated violently, his monstrous rage rolling incessantly, yet he ultimately forced his berserk power back down.

Arrogant and cold-blooded as he was, he understood the current situation. Once the entire galaxy was fully invaded by Chaos, his empire, his hegemony, and the thousands of star systems he ruled would all turn to nothingness. His centuries of foundation would become a joke.

After a brief moment of chaos, the four in the desperate situation instantly steadied their minds.

The situation was now completely clear.

The Chaos Race had endured for ten thousand years, and their goal was never the extinction of the Saiyans or the death of Frieza. They intended to use this entire universe as prey and the four of them as keys to open a cross-dimensional, world-ending catastrophe.

Within the pitch-black rift in the sky, the deathly fluctuations grew increasingly dense.

Countless tiny black shadows drifted and surged within the chaotic torrent. These were the lowest-level Chaos Minions—creatures without self-awareness, possessing only the instinct to devour everything. They were dense, countless, and were currently seeping out through the rift.

Even the few Chaos Minions that leaked out were enough to completely dissolve the soil, rocks, vegetation, and the remnants of warships in the forest the moment they touched the ground, leaving not even a trace of energy fluctuation behind.

This characteristic of annihilating everything far exceeded any martial power in this universe.

Behind the dense forest, Bulma had already turned pale, covering her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

She understood completely that this was no longer a matter of interstellar war or alien invasion; it was a true apocalypse. Human technology, Earth's defenses, and all worldly powers did not even have the right to struggle like ants in the face of Chaos power.

Little Goku stood in front of Bulma, his small body taut, his dark eyes fixed on the pitch-black sky. In his naive perception, there was only extreme danger, but even though his legs trembled slightly, he did not retreat in the slightest.

He did not understand cosmic layouts or chaotic catastrophes; he only knew that big brother Lin Chen was fighting with his life to protect this land, and he could not be afraid, nor could he run away.

"Now, we can only reverse the trajectory of the four powers and use the force of their collision to seal the rift!"

Lin Chen quickly sorted through the fragmented secret techniques from his ancestor's inheritance and said in a deep voice.

"Our mistake before was fighting individually and suppressing them one-way, causing our powers to conflict and be exploited by Chaos. Now, we must abandon all blocking and unify the flow of our power. Combine the four forces into one and strike back against the laws of Chaos!"

This was the only way to break the deadlock.

Since the four powers were the fuel that ignited the catastrophe, they would merge them into one, transforming them into the shackles that sealed it.

Without hesitation, at this moment of life and death, everyone reached an instant understanding.

Kallen was the first to retract all his external combat power. His restless, purple pure-blooded Saiyan energy instantly steadied, flowing along the patterns of the Chaos barrier, abandoning the attempt to block and instead conforming to the laws of heaven and earth.

The Super Saiyan with golden hair took a deep breath, suppressing the injuries within his body. His mellow and domineering golden Super Saiyan origin slowly expanded, transforming into the most stable foundation of power, enveloping the entire rift.

Frieza's eyes were cold and sharp. He withdrew all his violent killing intent, and his exquisitely condensed, stark-white imperial energy slowly retracted, transforming into the sharpest blade to pierce the boundary, hanging at the core of the rift.

The three forces were instantly organized, no longer clashing or wasting energy on internal friction.

Lin Chen sat at the eye of the earth formation, a pillar of golden bloodline light erupting from his body into the sky. The ancient Saiyan origin was fully released, transforming into the hub and core that connected all the forces from the three parties in the sky.

The next second, four distinct, conflicting top-tier powers were slowly blended, intertwined, and unified under the guidance of his bloodline.

Purple, gold, white, and ancient gold—four colors of light pierced through the pitch-black chaos, slowly converging beneath the shattered firmament to form a brilliant wheel of light that spanned the heavens and the earth.

The previously violent clash of forces that threatened to tear the world apart instantly transformed into a state of extreme balance, extreme condensation, and extreme suppression.

"Four Powers Unified—Heaven-Suppressing Seal!"

Lin Chen shouted in a low voice, his voice shaking the heavens and the earth.

Boom!

The four-colored light wheel soared into the sky, ruthlessly crushing down upon the rift in the firmament.

The torrent of chaos pouring down from the sky instantly stalled, and the constantly expanding spatial cracks stopped spreading. The small bits of chaos that had seeped out were instantly crushed and dissolved by the light wheel, and the pitch-black doomsday rift began to shrink visibly to the naked eye.

It was stabilized!

The precarious catastrophe of heaven and earth, under the desperate reversal of the four, was finally forcibly held back.

Kallen let out a long breath, his back already soaked with cold sweat, his tense body relaxing slightly.

A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the golden-haired Super Saiyan, and his hanging heart finally settled. For the first time in ten thousand years, someone had been able to shake the chaos pattern and reverse the doomsday endgame.

Frieza's expression remained cold, yet he had to admit that this young Saiyan who had once been his enemy possessed talent and courage that defied his understanding.

But just as everyone thought the situation had eased and they had gained a moment to breathe—

Deep within the firmament, at the very core of the pitch-black chaos, a boundless, terrifying aura that had suppressed the ages slowly awakened.

The indifferent and cold void consciousness from before no longer hid or lay dormant, suddenly revealing its full pressure.

The four-colored Heaven-Suppressing Seal across the entire world trembled violently, its light dimming and shrinking rapidly, and the rift that had been closing began to expand slightly once more.

A terrifying pressure, far exceeding the combat level of this universe and overriding all rules, slowly descended from the depths of the chaos.

This was no mere soldier, no legion, no vanguard.

This was the master of chaos, the true source of this invasion!

"Lowly creatures of this realm, do you dare to attempt to defy the destiny of chaos with the strength of ants?"

A grand, vast voice, devoid of joy or sorrow, resounded through the heavens and earth. It did not roar, yet it pressed down so hard that the four-colored light wheel cracked violently, and the four top-tier powerhouses felt their blood boil.

The pitch-black chaos in the sky surged, condensing into a vague, boundless, and enormous black shadow.

The shadow shrouded the entire rift in the firmament. One could not see its face or discern its form; there were only a pair of cold, hollow, pitch-black eyes hanging high in the sky, indifferently looking down at the entire Earth beneath its feet.

A mere projection was enough to make space collapse continuously, bringing the Four Powers Heaven-Suppressing Seal to the brink of shattering.

"A ten-thousand-year layout—how could I allow you to reverse it in an instant?"

As the indifferent voice of the Chaos King fell, the entire earth shook violently. Mountains collapsed, the ground cracked, and the entire planet trembled slightly under the terrifying pressure.

Lin Chen's pupils constricted sharply, his heart sinking to the bottom of the abyss.

The situation they had risked their lives to reverse was, in the eyes of the Chaos King, nothing more than an insignificant farce.

And the most despairing scene occurred quietly behind the figure of the Chaos King—

Deep within the endless pitch-black chaos, a dense, boundless Chaos Legion was slowly awakening. Countless terrifying auras of high-level chaos powerhouses bloomed one after another, their numbers sufficient to crush every civilization in the entire galaxy.

But this was still not the most terrifying part.

With the clear perception of his ancient bloodline, Lin Chen pierced through the phantom of the Chaos King and stared directly at the rift in the barrier between the two worlds.

He saw, to his horror, that behind the barrier, there was not just one chaos world.

Several distinct, even more terrifying, and more ancient extraterrestrial auras were staring across the barrier at this universe from afar.

The chaos invasion was never the end.

Chaos was merely the first extraterrestrial civilization to descend!

The true final catastrophe of this ten-thousand-year game had only just begun!