The Tradition of Chaos

After a long while,

Shichen finally withdrew his hand, dusted off the nonexistent dirt from his azure robe, then turned and shattered time itself, vanishing into the depths of Chaos in a single step.

Only Fate Demon God Mingyuan remained where he was, half his face swollen high, blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth. He stared in the direction Shichen had disappeared, gritting his teeth as he spat out a threat:

"Shichen! Just you wait! If I do not avenge this grudge, I swear I will never rest! Once I break through, I will make you repay it a hundredfold!"

Before his words had even faded, a soft chuckle suddenly came from behind him.

"Oh? Your mouth is still pretty tough."

Mingyuan's entire body stiffened as he whirled around.

A figure in green robes lounged lazily in the void, idly playing with a shard of shattered space. It was Yang Mei, the Space Demon God.

His eyes curved with amusement, looking every bit like someone delighted to watch trouble unfold. His gaze swept over Mingyuan's swollen cheek, and he deliberately drew out his words.

"You just got beaten by Shichen, and you're already so lively again? Looks like he went too easy on you."

"Yang Mei?" Mingyuan's face fell. "What are you here for?"

Yang Mei looked him up and down, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Just passing by. I heard someone making threats, so I came to watch the show."

"You!!" Mingyuan's face turned green with anger.

"Did you two plan this together? One comes to beat me, then the other comes after?"

"Calling it a plan would be overstating it."

Yang Mei spoke unhurriedly.

"But you used your fate threads to tie me into your account just now. We really ought to settle that."

Mingyuan took half a step back and watched him warily.

"What do you want? The Great Dao said no life-or-death battles are allowed!"

"Relax, I won't kill you." Yang Mei rolled his wrist.

"But Shichen was right. The Great Dao only said no life-or-death battles. It never said no one could beat you up."

"Yang Mei! You dare!"

Mingyuan had just tried to activate the Dao of Fate when he discovered that the surrounding space had suddenly frozen. His entire body was like an insect sealed inside transparent amber. He could not move, and even opening his mouth was difficult.

Yang Mei walked up to him and slowly raised a hand.

"You're the Fate Demon God, right? You like tying ropes around people, right?"

Smack!

"This one is for me."

Smack!

"This one is to make up for Shichen."

Smack!

"This one... has no particular reason. I just felt like hitting you."

Mingyuan was beaten so badly that his head spun. The grievance in his heart was beyond words. He was, after all, the third-ranked Demon God—how had he been beaten twice on the very first day after his birth?

When Yang Mei finished and called it a day, Mingyuan lay sprawled where he was, his face swollen like a pig's head.

"You... just remember this..." he said weakly.

Without even looking back, Yang Mei waved a hand.

"Remembered. I'll come find you again next time."

Mingyuan: "..."

Three hundred Chaos epochs passed in the blink of an eye.

During that time, another giant egg cracked open within Chaos.

"I am the Karma Demon God, master of the Dao of Karma. Today, I am born into the world. Let the Great Dao bear witness!"

A gray figure emerged from the shattered eggshell, densely packed karma threads winding around his body. He looked around, intending to familiarize himself with this brand-new world of Chaos, when a dark shadow suddenly dropped from above.

Boom!

Before the Karma Demon God could react, a fist slammed into his face and sent him flying.

"Who was that?" He climbed out of Chaos, shocked and enraged.

Fate Demon God Mingyuan stood there with his hands behind his back, wearing an expression of complete righteousness.

The Karma Demon God froze for a moment before flying into a rage.

"You and I are both Demon Gods. Why did you attack me for no reason?"

Mingyuan flexed his wrist, a look of savage satisfaction appearing on his face.

Three hundred epochs had passed. At last, he had somewhere to vent the pent-up frustration from being taken turns "caring for" by Shichen and Yang Mei.

He looked at the Karma Demon God and calmly uttered one sentence.

"What reason do I need to beat you?"

As his words fell, the laws of fate crashed down like a sky-covering tide.

The second welcoming ceremony in Chaos thus began.

Though the Karma Demon God felt utterly wronged, he had only just been born. His cultivation was merely at the fourth level of the Primordial Unity Realm, and he was no match at all for the Fate Demon God, who had already reached the seventh level of the Primordial Unity Realm.

After a savage beating, he lay in Chaos with a bruised and swollen face, staring up at the gray sky as he fell into deep thought.

Why was this Chaos so different from what he had imagined?

As the years flowed on, several thousand Chaos epochs slipped away in an instant.

Chaos grew increasingly lively.

Creation, Destruction, Five Elements, Yin and Yang, Reincarnation, Order... Demon Gods emerged from their shells one after another, and at some unknown point, an unwritten tradition formed within Chaos.

Every new Demon God, the moment they finished declaring their name, would definitely be sought out by an elder who had been born earlier for a sparring match.

It was called: education through love.

Even the Creation Demon God, the Order Demon God, and the World Demon God, who had been born in female forms, could not escape this custom.

The only exception was the Demon God of War, the Chaos Demon Ape.

This ape was jet-black from head to toe and was born obsessed with battle. Others felt humiliated when beaten; he became exhilarated. The more he was beaten, the more energized he became.

After enough of this, all the Demon Gods went numb.

What had been proper education became one-sidedly indulging a pervert. In the end, nearly every Demon God would take a detour upon seeing that black ape, afraid he would latch onto them and never let go.

And throughout those long years, the highest ranks of this Chaos had already taken shape.

Shichen stood firmly at the top, at the Fifth Heaven of Heavenly Dao Realm, his laws of time growing ever more unfathomable. Yang Mei followed close behind, at the Third Heaven of Heavenly Dao Realm, his mastery of the spatial Dao reaching miraculous heights. Even Mingyuan had gritted his teeth and chased after them with all his might, barely touching the threshold of the First Heaven of Heavenly Dao Realm.

On this day, another long howl rang out through Chaos.

"I am the Demon God of Disaster, master of the Dao of Disaster. Today, I am born into the world. Let the Great Dao bear witness!"

Along with that declaration, a gloomy aura suddenly emerged within Chaos.

It was the aura of a calamity tribulation, the source of all disasters and misfortunes. With the birth of the Demon God of Disaster, it began to spread through Chaos.

Shichen, who had been in seclusion, abruptly opened his eyes.

"The aura of a calamity tribulation..."

His brows furrowed slightly as he rose and left his place of seclusion.

Over the long years, Shichen and Yang Mei had often discussed the Dao together, exploring the mysteries of time and space. The two had long since become friends. Now that the aura of a calamity tribulation had appeared, Shichen felt it necessary to seek Yang Mei out for a discussion.

Shichen walked through Chaos. Everywhere his eyes reached was a gray and desolate wasteland.

There were no mountains, rivers, plants, trees, sun, moon, or stars—only boundless nothingness and drifting currents of chaotic energy.

"Ah, the world of Chaos is still so desolate."

He sighed, recalling the flourishing scenes of the Primordial World in later ages, and could not help feeling somewhat moved.

Just then, violent energy fluctuations came from ahead.

Shichen looked up and saw two figures locked in fierce battle within Chaos. One was massive as a mountain, every hair on his body standing on end, wielding a Chaos iron staff. It was the Chaos Demon Ape.

The other was Slaughter Demon God Luo Hou. Dark-red killing intent coiled around his body, and he held a pitch-black spear.

Their battle was world-shattering. The Chaos space for hundreds of millions of light-years around them churned without end.

Shichen stopped and watched the battle with great interest.

He remembered clearly that, in the original history, neither of these two had met a good end.

When the heavens were opened, the Chaos Demon Ape had been cleaved into four pieces by Pangu's two axe strikes. His remaining body became the Long-Armed Ape, Red-Rumped Horse Monkey, Spirit-Sighted Stone Monkey, and Six-Eared Macaque of later ages, while his true spirit completely scattered.

Although Luo Hou had fortunately preserved his true spirit, he had still been gravely injured, his cultivation plummeting. After fleeing into the Primordial World, he fused with the demonic Dao laws of lesser Demon Gods and was reborn.

Later, he had waged the conflict between Dao and demon against Hongjun. After his defeat, he founded the Demon Realm and became the source of inner demons spoken of by cultivators in later generations.

At this moment, Luo Hou was clearly beginning to lose ground.

The Chaos Demon Ape's battle intent grew fiercer the longer he fought. His iron staff whistled through the air like a tiger raging in the wind, every strike carrying the power to shatter the void. Though Luo Hou's arts of slaughter were sharp and ruthless, he gradually fell into a disadvantage in their head-on clash.

"Dead monkey, don't think that just because you're ranked eleventh ahead of me, you can definitely beat me!"

Killing intent surged in Luo Hou's eyes as he suddenly roared in fury.

"God-Slaying Spear—appear!"

Hummm—

The void trembled.

A pitch-black spear emerged behind him, its tip gleaming with a scarlet, icy light.

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