"Roar!!"
The Primordial World, silent for who knew how many ages, was suddenly torn apart by a long howl.
Cracks instantly spread across the massive azure egg. Cracking sounds rang out in succession, and the next moment, the shell exploded apart.
A figure in azure robes stepped out from the shattered light.
His black hair fell to his waist, the hem of his robe fluttering without wind. Fleeting traces of time swirled through every inch of his garments, while fragments of the past and future flickered at his side.
His features were refined, with a hint of laziness between his brows, but deep within his eyes flowed a surging river—the manifestation of the Law of Time, flowing between the past and future.
He raised a hand, his fingertips brushing through the void and leaving behind a faint ripple. As the ripple spread, the movement of the chaos currents slowed, as though someone had pressed a slow-motion button.
"I am the Ancestor of Time—"
Instinctively, he wanted to declare his name from his previous life, but just as the words reached his lips, a bone-chilling warning suddenly exploded from the depths of his soul.
It was as if a pair of supreme eyes were coldly watching him through the chaos. The moment the name "Su Yun" left his mouth, it would defile the Dao's imprint, and punishment would descend at once, annihilating his true spirit.
Shichen.
This name was engraved deep within his origin, bound to the Dao of Time. It was the sole mark bestowed upon him by chaos.
He understood everything in an instant, and his gaze darkened slightly.
Su Yun of his previous life had already died on that night of overtime work.
From this day onward, he was Shichen.
He raised his head, his voice sweeping across the entire chaos like a tide:
"I am the Time Demon God, master of the Dao of Time—Shichen! Today, I emerge into the world. Let the Great Dao bear witness!"
The instant his words fell, an incomparably vast Dao voice echoed from the depths of chaos, cold and supreme:
"Granted."
At the very center of chaos, an Origin Bead glowing with clear azure light appeared out of thin air. An ancient character for "time" was carved upon it, and countless Dao Marks spread outward from the bead, like an invisible net cast across the entire chaos.
"From this day forth, chaos shall have time."
The Dao voice descended once more.
The next moment, the originally beginningless, endless, motionless chaos qi suddenly gained a trajectory of flow. Three invisible currents—past, present, and future—quietly unfurled, and the embryonic form of the River of Time slowly took shape in the depths of chaos.
For the first time, chaos possessed the concept of passage.
Shichen lowered his gaze and swept it across the boundless chaos. Thousands upon thousands of massive eggs still lay dormant, far from the day they would break their shells and emerge.
"Still early." He muttered to himself. "Perfect. I can use this time to cultivate."
He looked inward and sensed the power within his body.
Eighth level of the Primordial Unity Realm.
During the age of chaos, the realm classifications of later generations did not yet exist. Concepts such as Great Golden Immortals and Primordial Great Golden Immortals would only appear after Hongjun preached the Law of Immortality in the Primordial World.
The chaos of this moment recognized only the Primordial Unity Realm.
The so-called Primordial Unity Realm meant eternal indestructibility, transcending birth, death, decay, and ruin. It was divided into nine levels, each one an insurmountable gulf.
Above the Primordial Unity Realm was the Heavenly Dao Realm: one could control the laws of a realm, where Words Become Law, and become the ruler of an entire universe.
Above the Heavenly Dao Realm was the Chaos Realm: one's laws were complete and flawless, capable of personally creating a complete major universe. Such beings were true giants of chaos.
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Above the Chaos Realm was the Great Dao Realm: one's very self became the Great Dao, standing above all laws and governing the birth and destruction of countless universes. With a single word, one could alter the workings of the cosmos. It was the legendary supreme realm.
And the Sage position that living beings in the later Primordial World would fight desperately over was merely the entry level of the Primordial Unity Realm in the Chaos Era.
Shichen laughed. "All roads lead to Rome, but some people open their eyes already standing at Rome's peak."
Joke or not, he did not dare relax in the slightest. The shadow of Pangu opening the heavens still weighed heavily on his heart. With the strength of the eighth level of the Primordial Unity Realm, he would not even be able to withstand a single axe strike from Pangu.
His figure flickered, and he sat cross-legged beneath the Time Origin Bead. Azure light flowed around him as he once more sank into cultivation.
That meditation lasted two hundred Chaos Eras.
One era contained three thousand yuanhui. Calculated together, that was already one hundred trillion years.
Time quietly passed in chaos until, one day, another clear howl shook the void.
"I am the Space Demon God, master of the Dao of Space, Yang Mei! Today, I emerge into the world. Let the Great Dao bear witness!"
When his words fell, an Origin Bead carved with the character for "space" hung high above chaos.
The originally formless and intangible chaos seemed to have been given distinct boundaries. For the first time, the concept of space covered the entire void.
Chaos was no longer a vague, indistinct expanse, but now possessed territory that could be measured.
Shichen opened his eyes from meditation, glanced at the Dao Marks of Space in the sky, and the corner of his lips lifted slightly before he closed his eyes again.
The second one, Yang Mei, had emerged.
Another three hundred Chaos Eras passed.
On this day, terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from the center of chaos.
With Shichen as the origin, space within a radius of billions of light-years collapsed inch by inch, while chaos qi surged backward into a raging tide. Yet the shattered space existed for only an instant before invisible power of time smoothed it over, as if the destruction had never occurred.
Between collapse and restoration, Shichen's aura shattered the shackles of the Primordial Unity Realm and climbed continuously, steadily stepping into the Heavenly Dao Realm.
Over that long span of time, the brief few decades of memories from his previous life had long been buried by Shichen at the very bottom of the River of Time. He had considered erasing them; after all, compared to the countless hundreds of Chaos Eras, a few decades were no more than a drop in the ocean, utterly insignificant.
But he ultimately chose to preserve them. For the current him, his future realm would only grow higher and higher, and he did not know whether divinity would turn him into someone devoid of all emotion.
At the distant other end of chaos, Yang Mei, who had been in seclusion refining the Law of Space, suddenly awoke.
Feeling that unfathomable aura, the corner of his mouth twitched violently.
"That guy Shichen... actually broke straight into the Heavenly Dao Realm?"
Lowering his head to look at his own newly stabilized seventh level of the Primordial Unity Realm, Yang Mei felt his teeth ache.
Born two hundred Chaos Eras later, and he had already fallen this far behind.
"No." He gritted his teeth. "How can my Dao of Space be left so far behind by time?"
Just as he was about to close his eyes and continue cultivating, a third long howl exploded through chaos.
"I am the Fate Demon God, master of the Dao of Fate, Mingyuan! Today, I emerge into the world. Let the Great Dao bear witness!"
A dark golden Origin Bead carved with the character for "fate" rose into the sky. Threads of fate extended from the bead, silently reaching toward every dormant giant egg, as well as toward Shichen and Yang Mei.
Mingyuan's white robes fluttered, his face cold and stern, his tone carrying an innate arrogance:
"I declare that all things lie within fate."
The moment his words fell, a transparent thread appeared above both Shichen and Yang Mei's heads. It trembled faintly, seeking to bring the origins and Dao paths of the two under fate's control.
Shichen and Yang Mei abruptly opened their eyes, a chill flashing through them as their cold shouts resounded throughout chaos:
"You seek death, Fate Demon God! You actually dare to try controlling the fate of us Demon Gods!"
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