Chaos knew no years.
No one knew how many epochs had passed. At last, the seated figure within the Time Temple slowly opened his eyes.
He lowered his head and looked at his palm, gently curling his five fingers as he sensed the immense power within him—power enough to destroy the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds with a single palm strike.
The Eleven-Colored Dao Wheel flickered behind him. Every Great Dao resonated, producing a deep hum.
He was just one step away from the Chaos Realm, Eighth Heaven.
Once the Tribulation ended and the origins of the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds returned,
he would completely ascend to the Eighth Heaven.
Shichen nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping across the entire Chaos World.
When he saw the newly forming Chaos Origin, a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
It was a sign that the Chaos World was reviving. The Dao Court would have a brighter future, and the Great Dao would no longer entertain thoughts of turning into a Dao Demon God because of the Chaos World's continued existence.
He continued scanning the area. Some Demon Gods of the Chaos World had gone traveling through the myriad worlds, while others were in seclusion, cultivating diligently. Each had their own matters to attend to.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter reached his ears.
Shichen looked up and saw a lively scene before the gates of the Dao Court.
The Sound Demon God sat cross-legged, her fingers plucking the strings of laws as an impassioned Dao melody echoed through the void.
Not far away,
the Chaos Demon Ape and Luo Hou were fighting fiercely!
A large group of Demon Gods surrounded them. Some cheered for the battle, while others closed their eyes and listened to the Dao melody. They chatted in