Shichen stood where he was for a very, very long time.
He surveyed his surroundings. The Chaos World now brimmed with vibrant life.
Many Demon Gods had already healed their wounds and completed their breakthroughs.
They traveled together in twos and threes, discussing the Dao or sparring with divine abilities, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter.
At last, true peace had come to this world.
Shichen turned his gaze toward the ancient battlefield forever frozen in space and time.
"A prosperous age has arrived..."
A complicated emotion flickered in his eyes as he murmured:
"And yet you have become the very foundation of this prosperous age."
"Mo Wendao... Mo Wendao... blood and bone forged the Dao, leaving your mark through all eternity!"
With those words, he vanished.
Years went uncounted in chaos. Hundreds of Chaos Eras slipped silently by.
To other living beings, that was an unimaginably long span of time, but to the Chaos Demon Gods, it was no more than the flick of a finger.
All the Demon Gods had emerged from seclusion.
Pangu had broken straight through to the Chaos Realm, Seventh Heaven. On the day he emerged, the golden Dao of Strength illuminated the entire Chaos World in celebration.
Yang Mei, Fate, and the others had also broken through to the Chaos Realm, Fifth Heaven, one after another.
The instant each of them broke through, Shichen used his absolute power to forcibly suppress their divinity.
Only when those who came before blazed a trail could those who followed ride the wind upward!
On this day, Shichen summoned all the Demon Gods to the Council Hall once more.
Even Hongjun, who was in the Primordial World, was called over.
But compared with days past, more than half the great hall stood empty. Those vacant seats told a silent