Resentment Devours the World, the Jade Disk Loses Balance

The speed at which the blood-colored veins spread was faster than anyone could have imagined.

In just a few breaths, the Black and White Jade Disc—which had only just manifested to hold the balance of heaven and earth—was already more than half-covered in dense, blood-red cracks. The original luster of the Balance Jade Disc, once pure and transparent, flowing with the Daoist essence of Yin and Yang, was being swallowed and obscured bit by bit by a dull, dark blood-light.

The crisp, resonant humming gradually twisted and grew hoarse, shifting from the primordial sound of the Great Dao that once balanced the heavens and earth into a cacophony of myriad noises filled with resentment, sorrow, and shrieks.

Billions of years.

Countless generations of living beings were born in ignorance and sacrificed in ignorance, spending their lives in toil and struggle, passively nourishing a chess game, dying without ever knowing they were merely the firewood for their ancestors' gambits, mere fodder for the heavens to devour.

Their unwillingness, despair, hatred, unfulfilled vitality, and the destiny of their unjust deaths had never dissipated; all of it had been secretly collected by the Balance Jade Disc, settling into the deepest reaches of its origin.

The sages of antiquity believed they could suppress this resentment forever, slowly resolving it once the day of their counterattack arrived.

Yet, they never anticipated that after eons had passed, the moment their trump card manifested, the resentment of all living things—accumulated over countless ages—would be stimulated by the dual pressure of the heavens and the aura of Chaos, shattering its shackles entirely.

Resentment awakened, and the balance collapsed.

A silent, chilling coldness spread through the air, instantly covering every corner of the broken earth.

The surviving beings, who had previously been stripped of their vitality by the divine light of the heavens and tortured by the soul-searing contract imprints, now began to convulse violently. The fear and confusion in their eyes were replaced by a frenzied, malevolent aura born from eons of reincarnation.

Every trace of life remaining in the world was unconsciously echoing the rampaging resentment of the Jade Disc.

"Something is wrong!"

Kallen's expression changed drastically. His Purple Saiyan Battle Qi exploded outward as he tried to force back the chilling malice wrapping around him. "This isn't an invasion by an external enemy; it's the origin of the living beings of our own world, turning against us!"

A Saiyan's combat instincts were incredibly sharp; he could clearly sense that the Daoist essence of this land had fallen into total chaos.

The rules of heaven and earth, which had once stood in opposition to maintain balance, had completely collapsed. The origin that protected life no longer existed, replaced by an extreme madness that sought to destroy and avenge everything. To live was a sin, to reproduce was a mistake; the pain that had persisted for eons now demanded that the entire world be buried along with it.

Frieza's body was rapidly coursing with icy-white Emperor Energy, desperately isolating the surging blood-red malice. For the first time, a hint of wariness appeared in his typically cold eyes.

He had seen galaxies collapse, civilizations extinguished, and Chaos destroy worlds, but he had never seen a disaster as bizarre as this.

The slaughter of the heavens was a judgment of rules, and the annihilation of Chaos was a chaotic devouring, but this catastrophe of resentment was the accumulation of despair from countless generations of living beings—a self-destruction rooted in the very foundation of the universe. It was indiscriminate, unchecked, and offered no retreat. Once it fully erupted, this universe would shatter from within, leaving not even a scrap of its dimensional foundation behind.

"The sages of antiquity won the game of strategy, but they lost the hearts of the people," Frieza said, his voice low and cold.

They had exhausted the lives of eons to forge a treasure for their counterattack. It seemed like a brilliant layout, but from the very beginning, it had buried a fatal flaw. The blood and tears of countless innocents could never be suppressed forever; by forcibly using them as capital for a gamble, they were bound to face a total backlash sooner or later.

The Golden Super Saiyan stepped through the air, his golden origin spreading out to form a vast barrier, temporarily blocking the rampaging blood-red resentment. In his eyes, which had witnessed the vicissitudes of eons, there remained only endless heaviness and a sigh.

"They wanted to turn the tables on the heavens and end the hegemony of Chaos with the smallest possible cost. But in the end, the greatest enemy was never the Outer-Domain Supreme or the Chaos King, but the destiny of the common people they had sacrificed for an entire eternity."

Man-made schemes can never defy the cycle of the Heavenly Dao.

The hope bought by sacrificing the masses had ultimately become the catastrophe that would bury them all.

High above the firmament, the Seven-Colored Supreme Avatar hovered in the void, looking down coldly at the loss of control below. His previously tense divine body relaxed completely, and the wariness in his eyes turned into mockery.

"Cleverness leads to disaster."

His cold, divine voice pierced through layers of blood-red malice, echoing between heaven and earth.

"This Seat has not even exerted full force to crush you, yet your own ancient trump card has already begun to destroy you from within. Your ancient layout was meticulous for ten thousand years, yet it failed precisely because of the resentment of the ants you despised most. How laughable, how pathetic, and how hateful."

For the Supreme of the Heavens, this was the best possible outcome.

Without needing to expend his own Supreme origin or engage in cross-boundary bloodbaths, this universe would be completely consumed and extinguished by the resentment it had accumulated itself. The hidden danger would be removed, the chess game would destroy itself, and the ancient granary would collapse, completely severing any possibility of rebellion.

Nearby, the Chaos King watched, his massive black shadow slowly stretching, a greedy light flashing in his hollow eyes.

The rampaging resentment of the masses, the unbalanced and shattered origin of the Jade Disc, and the cosmic foundation on the verge of collapse—all of these were the purest, chaotic nourishment.

The Chaos Power, previously restrained by the laws of balance, now completely broke free from its suppression, crazily infiltrating, devouring, and growing along with the blood-red malice filling the sky.

"The universe is in chaos, its origin dissipating," the Chaos King whispered hoarsely. "It won't be long before this world becomes an ownerless ruin. All remaining origins, resentment, and shattered laws will belong to my Chaos."

The heavens waited to reap the harvest, while Chaos waited to devour the remains.

With resentment devouring the world from within and dual catastrophes looming from without.

In just a few moments, the Fate Defier's chess game, which had just begun to see a glimmer of hope, plunged into the abyss. The situation was more desperate than it had ever been.

At the center of the formation, Lin Chen stood for a long time, his heart wrapped in extreme heaviness.

He was the only one who knew all the secrets in their entirety—the tragic yet selfish nature of the ancient sages, the innocence and sorrow of the eons of living beings, and the power and hidden dangers of the Balance Jade Disc.

Before, he had been angry at the injustice of fate, unwilling to be livestock for generations, and had only wanted to overturn the chess game of the heavens and break the shackles of Chaos.

But now, he suddenly understood that in this gamble spanning eons, there were no true winners.

The sages won the strategy but lost the hearts of the people; the heavens won the harvest of eons but lost the ultimate balance; Chaos won the opportunity of the catastrophe but lost its permanent shackles.

Only the billions of ordinary beings had been victims from beginning to end.

"It cannot continue like this."

Lin Chen lifted his head abruptly, the desolation in his eyes fading, leaving only extreme determination.

The blood-red resentment was still rampaging, and the balance origin of the Jade Disc was draining away rapidly. If he allowed the situation to worsen, within half an hour, the entire Earth would shatter first, and the foundation of this universe would be completely severed. At that point, all resistance, all planning, and all hope would turn into nothingness.

He stepped out of the formation, his ancient golden bloodline boiling at full capacity. The ancient cosmic origin flowing through his body resonated faintly with the Jade Disc's origin in the Earth Core Secret Realm.

As the only person of the current generation to unlock the complete ancient memories and inherit the cosmic origin, he was the only one capable of touching, balancing, and pacifying the Jade Disc's resentment.

"You three hold off the Supreme Avatar and the Chaos King, and guard the four corners of the world. Do not let external forces interfere with me," Lin Chen said in a deep voice, his words piercing through the cacophony and reaching the three of them clearly. "The Jade Disc's loss of control began with the sacrifices of eons; this mess is one that we, the Fate Defiers of this generation, must clean up ourselves."

There was no hesitation, no backing down.

The disasters left behind by predecessors, the unfinished schemes of those who came before—the successors must naturally carry them on.

"Leave it to us!"

Kallen responded as he surged forward, his purple battle aura shooting straight into the heavens. The iron-blooded fighting spirit of the Saiyan race was thoroughly ignited. "We will never let those two extra-dimensional races disturb you in the slightest!"

Before his words even faded, he tore through the air, facing the Seven-Colored Supreme Avatar in the firmament. With fists wrapped in the power to shatter stars, he launched a proactive assault. The Saiyan pride, suppressed for eons, erupted completely; no longer defending passively, he turned to fight the foreign enemies to the death.

Frieza's Emperor Energy surged to its limit, a stark white curtain of light shrouding half the sky. His cold, murderous intent locked onto the Chaos King. "The world I guard is not for Chaos scum to covet as carrion. Today, I shall settle the debt of eons of predation once and for all!"

The Golden Super Saiyan's gaze was resolute. Spreading his ancient origin power to its fullest, he erected a golden barrier to isolate the rampant, overwhelming resentment, stabilizing the crumbling foundations of the world and silently carving out a final, safe zone for Lin Chen.

The four top-tier origins once again performed their duties, fighting to the death to hold onto a world on the brink of annihilation.

Lin Chen took a deep breath, his mind settling into absolute stillness.

He cast aside all distracting thoughts, stretching his soul to its limit. Following the veins of the earth, the origins of the universe, and the karmic bonds connected through the ages, he fully interfaced with the rampaging Black and White Jade Disc.

In an instant, billions of fragmented images flooded his soul.

There were the cries of innocent children dying prematurely, the resentment of cultivators who spent lifetimes of toil only to become fodder, the despair of geniuses who broke their limits only to have their fruits plundered by the rules, and the sorrow of civilizations flourishing only to be extinguished in a heartbeat...

Throughout the ages, countless shards of bitter, desperate obsessions layered upon one another, converging into a boundless ocean of resentment.

This resentment did not hate the schemes of the sages, nor did it hate the plundering of the Heavens.

It only hated being born as a pawn, hated that living was a sin and existing was a sacrifice, having never known choice, never known freedom.

"I know your suffering, I know your resentment, and I know the despair of your lives spent without agency."

Lin Chen whispered with his soul, his voice gentle yet firm, echoing throughout the entire ocean of resentment.

"The ancients of old used you as kindling to play a game of eons, owing you lifetimes of freedom and vitality. Today, I offer no excuses, no whitewashing, and no shifting of blame."

"But I swear in the name of the contemporary Fate Defier: I will no longer let future generations be reduced to pawns, I will no longer let this world be reduced to a granary, and I will no longer let the tragedies of the ages repeat in an endless cycle."

"All backlash, all sins, and all the remaining mess from today—I shall bear it all alone."

The power of his soul transformed into a soft golden light, gently enveloping the frantically surging blood-red resentment.

A miracle occurred in silence.

The blood-red patterns that had been raging violently and devouring the origin power slowed their frantic pace upon hearing this soul-oath. The monstrous, baleful resentment showed a faint sign of calming.

The violent tremors of the Black and White Jade Disc gradually weakened, and the balance of the origin, eroded by the blood-red hue, showed signs of a slow recovery.

But just as the situation was about to stabilize—

Crack!

Deep within the distant extra-dimensional void, a thunderous sound of a barrier shattering echoed across the heavens.

The dimensions of the Seven Supremes, which had previously only sent down a single avatar projection, suddenly tore open seven massive divine abysses that spanned the ages!

Seven distinct, supreme auras that crushed the multiverse simultaneously pierced through the dimensions, locking onto this broken universe.

The previous avatars were merely a probe, a deterrent, a prelude to the final reckoning.

In this moment, all seven Supremes of the Heavens descended in their true forms, crossing the boundaries!

At the same time, the Chaos King's black shadow expanded violently. The ultimate Chaos origin, suppressed by a contract for billions of years, was completely unsealed. A pitch-black torrent of world-ending destruction flooded the void, staring coldly at the descending Seven Supremes.

The ultimate catastrophe of Chaos, suppressed for eons, and the final war against the Supremes of the Heavens were about to be fully ignited in this world that had only just regained a sliver of life.

And the ancient resentment that Lin Chen had just barely calmed, under the terrifying pressure of these two ultimate forces, instantly went berserk once more!

An even more terrifying wave of blood-red energy exploded wildly along the Black and White Jade Disc.

Most fatally, deep within his soul, amidst the billions of sentient obsessions he had just accepted, a strand of strange divine intent—one that did not belong to the beings of the ages—quietly sprouted. It attached itself silently to the deepest part of the Jade Disc's origin, lying in wait and devouring from within!