The Three Realms Collapse, Strange Parasites

The deafening roar of the extradimensional rift shattering was not the end, but the absolute beginning of the apocalypse.

Seven divine abysses, spanning billions of galaxies, tore through the void. A cold, supreme, and irresistible divine majesty poured into this broken world like a flood of annihilation.

The multicolored avatars that had previously hung in the firmament were as insignificant as fireflies compared to the full moon in the face of these seven true forms. The divine consciousness that had carried a mocking tone instantly withdrew, transforming into the most devout posture of submission as it quietly retreated to the side.

The Seven Supremes of the Heavens, the ultimate beings who had sat at the pinnacle of dimensions since time immemorial and held the power of the Heavens Judgment, had all crossed the boundary today to descend upon this "Reversing Fate Chess Game," a world already riddled with holes from internal and external strife.

The air across the entire world solidified in an instant.

The foundation of the world, which had been barely stabilized by the eternal origin of the Golden Super Saiyan, emitted a dense, teeth-gritting sound of shattering under the touch of the Supremes' true-form pressure. The remaining mountain ranges on the surface collapsed completely, and the broken earth veins spewed turbid terrestrial energy; the land for ten thousand miles cracked and sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was the absolute crushing power of dimensional hierarchy.

The arrival of avatars alone had been enough to freeze galaxies and shock the ages; now that the seven true forms had arrived together, all the rules, Dao rhymes, and origins of this universe were instantly suppressed to the extreme, their very operation becoming sluggish.

On the other side of the void, the Chaos King, who had been enduring and lying dormant, saw his vast, pitch-black shadow suddenly expand violently.

The Chaos origin, which had been suppressed for billions of years by the Heavens Contract and the Balance Jade Disk, completely broke free from all shackles under the extreme pressure of the Supremes' arrival. A pitch-black, world-ending torrent of chaos swept across the void, covering the sky and earth; every wisp of its mist could corrode Dao laws and devour stars.

The two ultimate forces that had previously occupied the space outside the realm and kept each other in check had now completely torn off all their disguises.

The Supremes of the Heavens sought to trample this universe, eradicate the hidden danger of eternal rebellion, and completely end the fate of this world being used as a chessboard for generations. The fully unsealed Chaos King coveted the shattered cosmic foundation and the rampaging resentment of all living things, hoping to use this catastrophe to nourish its own Chaos origin and break through the shackles of the heavens.

The most terrifying ultimate confrontation in history took shape above the broken firmament.

Two terrifying forces capable of annihilating the multiverse stood in a standoff from afar, their horrific energy ripples spreading silently, layering upon one another and crushing all things.

Below, the eternal resentment that had just been slightly pacified by Lin Chen could not withstand the dual pressure of these two ultimate forces.

Hum--!

The Balance Jade Disk trembled violently, erupting with a blood-colored tide far more savage than before.

The blood-colored patterns, which had already begun to calm, spread again with the force of a thunderbolt. In a mere instant, they completely swallowed the remaining majority of the Balance Jade Disk's origin. The faint signs of recovery were utterly extinguished, replaced by bone-chilling madness and despair.

The boundless ocean of resentment surged and roared once more, as billions of sorrowful, violent, and insane obsessions broke through the shackles of their souls, impacting the entire world.

The earth trembled, the wind and clouds rolled backward, and the shattered galaxy grew completely dim.

This world, which had just caught a glimpse of a chance at survival, instantly fell into an abyss of desperation a hundred times more dangerous than before.

"Damn it!"

The Golden Super Saiyan's expression changed drastically, and for the first time, a thick, heavy gravity appeared in his eternally calm eyes. The golden barrier he had propped up with his entire eternal origin was instantly covered in fine cracks under the triple impact of the dual catastrophes and the rampaging resentment; the golden light dimmed rapidly, nearing collapse.

The foundation of the world he had exhausted himself to stabilize was now teetering, ready to snap at any moment.

Above the celestial battlefield, the situation had reached a boiling point.

Kallen's Purple Saiyan Battle Qi burned to the limit, his golden hair dancing wildly as he was surrounded by power capable of shattering stars. He faced the multicolored Supreme avatars head-on, every punch he threw carrying the pride and fury the Saiyan race had endured for eons.

The purple battle qi and the multicolored divine radiance collided madly, the exploding energy shockwaves sweeping across the wilderness and grinding the surrounding broken void into powder again and again.

In the past, Kallen had always endured, defended, and laid low, silently accumulating power while waiting for a chance to turn the tables.

But now, witnessing the tragedy of all living things repeating itself and seeing the world on the verge of destruction once more, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

Saiyans were born for battle, their pride unyielding; the frustration of being held hostage by the Heavens Chess Game and bound by fate for generations transformed, in this moment, into a sharp, lethal force.

He no longer avoided consumption, ignoring the depletion of his own origin; every strike was a desperate struggle, fighting with everything he had to entangle the Supreme avatars, giving them no opportunity to interfere in the battle below.

"The heavens have exploited us for eons, treating all living things like straw dogs! Today, I will break your divine radiance and shatter your judgment!"

Kallen roared, his fist momentum growing more violent, his purple battle qi surging into the sky, forcing the suppression of the multicolored divine radiance back by several degrees.

On the other side, Frieza's bone-white Emperor Energy surged to its limit, his cold, piercing killing intent shrouding half the firmament.

He floated in the void with a haughty posture, his cold eyes locked onto the boundless form of the Chaos King, the air around him freezing and the void turning to ice.

As an emperor who had once roamed the galaxy and looked down upon all heroes, Frieza had seen countless dangerous battles, yet he had never felt as cold as he did today.

The power of the fully unsealed Chaos King was too terrifying; wherever the pitch-black chaos torrent passed, everything tangible and intangible was devoured and dissolved, even the rules of the world being slowly corroded and disintegrated.

"For eons, you, Chaos, have secretly devoured the origin of the world and harvested the remnants of souls, accumulating endless sins."

Frieza's voice was cold and low, carrying the unchanging majesty of an emperor. "The heavens owe the living a debt of justice, and you, Chaos, owe this world a reckoning. Today, here, we shall settle the grievances of the ages!"

As his words fell, the sky-filling white light screen suddenly contracted, then erupted with a roar.

The extreme freezing power and the sharp killing intent merged into one, transforming into countless condensed white light blades that slashed toward the massive black shadow deep within the chaos torrent like a torrential rain.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle--

The light blades slashed into the chaotic black mist, instantly inciting a sky-filling eruption of black fog.

But the fully unsealed Chaos King's strength far exceeded expectations; the boundless black mist quickly filled the gaps, and countless pitch-black tentacles pierced through the torrent, carrying the brute force to devour everything, fighting back madly and entangling with Frieza's Emperor Energy.

Both battlefields raged on, the terrifying aftermaths constantly impacting the world in all directions.

Kallen, Frieza, and the Golden Super Saiyan were the ceiling of combat power in this world; each performing their duties and holding their ground, they were pushed to their limits.

Yet, faced with the pressure added by the seven Supreme true forms and the fully unsealed Chaos catastrophe, their resistance still seemed like a drop in the bucket.

The continuous crushing force of external powers made the situation Lin Chen faced increasingly dangerous.

At the center of the formation, Lin Chen stood motionless, but his soul was enduring an unprecedented, violent impact.

He had previously used a sincere oath to pacify the resentment of all living things, bearing the eternal obsessions with his own soul, thinking that as long as he guided them steadily and resolved the hostility, he could stabilize the jade disk and quell the catastrophe.

The ultimate confrontation between the Heavens and Chaos hung over the world like two towering mountains, forcibly crushing the entire realm and the sea of resentment that had only just begun to settle.

Billions of strands of resentment spiraled out of control once more, boiling and manic.

Countless visions of sorrow and despair surged into Lin Chen's soul with even greater violence.

The wails of infants dying in infancy, the bitterness of cultivators whose lifelong efforts were reduced to mere nourishment, the laments of civilizations extinguished, the helplessness of generations of living beings—countless fragmented yet heavy obsessions stacked layer upon layer, crazily battering the barriers of his soul.

Agonizing pain swept through his entire body; his soul felt as though it were being repeatedly sliced and torn by thousands of sharp blades.

Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from Lin Chen's temples, his face growing paler by the second, while the soft golden light surrounding him flickered violently, on the verge of collapse.

He was single-handedly bearing the weight of all the despair and hatred of the eternal masses.

This extreme torment on a spiritual level was far more agonizing than the tearing of flesh or the exhaustion of one's origin.

"I bear your suffering; I shoulder the sins of the ages."

Lin Chen gritted his teeth, his soul's resolve never wavering in the slightest. His gentle yet firm divine sense echoed through the sea of resentment time and again, pacifying the runaway obsessions. "I swear to end this chess game, to shatter these shackles, so that from this day forth, all beings may be autonomous and the world may be free. Let all sins and karmic consequences fall upon me alone!"

The golden power of his soul poured out incessantly, tightly wrapping around the riotous, blood-red resentment, suppressing, channeling, and dissolving it bit by bit.

He could clearly perceive that the majority of the masses' obsessions remained pure, filled with a longing for freedom and life; it was only because they were enveloped by extreme despair that they had transformed into a destructive, malevolent force.

As long as he could endure this most perilous moment, as long as he could completely stabilize the Black and White Jade Disc, there would be a chance to reverse everything.

Yet, at the very moment his soul was highly concentrated and he was exerting all his strength to channel the resentment, an extremely strange and subtle sensation quietly began to spread from the deepest depths of his soul.

Lin Chen's heart jolted violently.

Unlike the manic, sorrowful, and desperate nature of the masses' resentment, this strand of divine sense was cold, deathly, and indifferent. It carried no emotion, like an abyss that had been silent for eternity—soundless, motionless, and without a ripple.

It was incredibly minute and well-hidden, perfectly concealed within the obsessions of billions of beings; under normal circumstances, it would have been impossible to detect even a fraction of it.

Only now, as Lin Chen fully shouldered the obsessions of the ages and his soul was completely connected to the origin of the Jade Disc, could he capture this bizarre anomaly.

This was absolutely not an obsession of the eternal masses.

Absolutely not.

The resentment of billions was the sorrow of the living, the suffering of a chaotic world; it held struggle, unwillingness, and hope.

But this strange divine sense held only deathly predation, eternal dormancy, and silent devouring. It was too cold to belong to any living creature; it felt more like a bizarre origin stemming from the beginning of Chaos, from before the dawn of time.

Lin Chen endured the tearing pain of his soul and focused his investigation.

He clearly perceived that this strange divine sense was like the smallest of insect eggs, having long ago quietly attached itself to the deep core of the Black and White Jade Disc's origin.

At this moment, while the Jade Disc was running wild, resentment was surging, and the world was in turmoil, it was taking advantage of the window where all power was being used to resist external pressure and channel malevolence to devour the remaining balanced origin of the Jade Disc at an incredible speed, silently and stealthily.

Every time it writhed, it swallowed a strand of pure balanced Dao, converting it into cold, deathly, and bizarre energy.

It did not erupt, it did not destroy, and it did not stir; it simply parasitized silently, nibbling away unnoticed and unopposed.

"What on earth is this?"

A storm raged in the depths of Lin Chen's heart, and a bone-chilling cold spread from his soul to his very limbs.

In the records of the ancient sages, there was never any mention of a foreign object hidden within the origin of the Jade Disc.

In the eternal secrets of the Heavens' game and the devouring of Chaos, no trace of such a bizarre divine sense had ever appeared.

It seemed to have appeared out of thin air, yet it also seemed to have been lurking in the deepest depths since the very birth of the Jade Disc, enduring for ages, waiting for the perfect moment.

The more silent and soundless it was, the more it concealed a fatal killing intent.

Lin Chen understood in an instant.

The previous total eruption of the Jade Disc's resentment, which appeared to be triggered by external forces acting upon the obsessions of the masses, might well have been secretly fueled by this strange divine sense.

It had used the resentment of the masses to cover itself, used the catastrophe of the world to hide its tracks, and used the chaotic situation of the war between the Heavens and Chaos to silently grow stronger.

It was waiting—waiting for the origin of the Jade Disc to be completely exhausted, for this universe to collapse entirely, and for all Fate Defiers to exhaust their strength and perish.

When that time came, hidden amidst the ruins of the endgame, it would have no one to check it, no one to stop it, and it would emerge completely.

At this thought, Lin Chen's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.

Before him, the true bodies of the Seven Supremes loomed, eager to annihilate this world and root out the threat of rebellion;

Externally, the Chaos King in his prime waited for an opportunity to devour, seeking to absorb the origin of the universe and strengthen the forces of Chaos;

Internally, the resentment of the eternal masses continued to run wild, threatening to tear apart the foundations of the universe at any moment;

And now, deep within the origin of the Jade Disc, there lurked a bizarre, unknown existence that had been dormant for ages, known to no one!

Four layers of desperate straits, stacked one upon another, a dead end at every turn.

The peril of this eternal chess game was far more terrifying and insidious than anyone had imagined.

At this moment, above the firmament, the Seven Supremes finally moved.

From the seven silent abysses of divinity, seven giant hands slowly reached out, covering billions of galaxies.

Each giant hand flowed with supreme, sovereign light of order, carrying the judgment of the Heavenly Dao, pressing down until the void collapsed, the galaxies reversed, and time itself stagnated.

There was no earth-shattering release of power, only the weight of absolute control and crushing force.

"Stubborn ants, clinging to a collapsing endgame, struggling in vain."

A voice of supreme divinity, cold and indifferent, spanned across the ages of time and space, resounding throughout heaven and earth: "This universe has accumulated grievances into catastrophe, cutting off its own path to survival. From this day forth, the Heavens Chess Game is liquidated, and the Land of Fate Defiance shall be completely erased!"

Seven supreme giant hands pressed down simultaneously, their targets clear—

To annihilate heaven and earth, crush all resistance, and bring a final end to this Land of Fate Defiance, the site of an eternal gamble!

On the other side, the Chaos King's hoarse, grotesque laughter echoed through the void as the boundless torrent of darkness suddenly accelerated, frantically eroding inward: "Since the heavens wish to erase this place, I, Chaos, shall claim all the remains! Eternal grievances, shattered Dao foundations, unbalanced origins... all shall serve as my wedding dress!"

As these two ultimate forces struck at once, the speed at which heaven and earth collapsed surged several times over.

The Golden Super Saiyan's golden barrier shattered inch by inch, his internal origin violently turbulent, a trail of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as he reached his limit.

Kallen was forced back repeatedly by the seven-colored divine radiance of the supreme avatars, his bones cracking incessantly, his purple battle aura growing increasingly dim.

Frieza's countless light blades were entirely swallowed by the chaotic black mist, his imperial power that had frozen the firmament retreating step by step, his aura visibly weakening.

The three sides held their ground, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Deep within Lin Chen's soul, that strange, alien divine consciousness finally unfurled amidst the extreme chaos of the world-ending catastrophe.

No longer hiding or lying dormant, it began to brazenly devour the origin of the Black and White Jade Disc. Strands of cold, eerie power seeped along the patterns of the disc, quietly infiltrating the blood-red grievances that filled the sky, subtly reshaping the obsessions of all living beings throughout the ages.

The grievances of the common people, originally sorrowful and violent, quietly took on a trace of deathly silence and malice that did not belong to any living soul.

Lin Chen's pupils constricted, and a terrifying conjecture that made his entire body run cold surged in his heart.

The collapse of the eternal balance, the loss of control over the chess game, the backlash of the common people, the harvest of the heavens, the Chaos King acting as the house...

This earth-shattering chaos spanning hundreds of millions of years, from beginning to end, was perhaps not a mistake in the layouts of the sages, nor an inevitable outcome of the gamble between the heavens and chaos.

From the very start, there had been an unknown entity behind the scenes, hiding in the deepest depths of the chess game, silently manipulating everything.

At this moment, at the core of the Black and White Jade Disc's origin, that strange divine consciousness trembled slightly. A whisper, extremely faint and unheard by any other, perceptible only to Lin Chen's soul, quietly echoed out.

The voice did not belong to the heavens, nor to chaos, nor to the common people. Indifferent and deathly, it spanned the ages, piercing through all time and the chess game, landing softly in the depths of Lin Chen's soul—

"Finally... it is your turn, contemporary Fate Defier."