Lin Yan Makes Gu Yue the Heavenly Dao of a New World, the Foolish Dragon Suspects: "Why Is This Brute Suddenly So Generous?"

The color drained from Lin Yan's face at a visible rate.

Fine beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

The color slowly faded from his lips.

His entire face was as white as a sheet of paper.

The reserves of soul power within him were plummeting off a cliff.

Yet he did not stop.

His right hand maintained the chaos.

His left hand rose, its five fingers spreading slightly.

Deep within his sea of consciousness, the two martial souls that spanned the void began spinning wildly.

His first martial soul, "Void," was the manifestation of ultimate space.

His second martial soul, "Time," was the concept of ultimate time.

Two invisible forces surged from the depths of his soul.

They rushed through his meridians and converged in his left palm, forming a distorted, transparent vortex invisible to the naked eye.

"Chaos Genesis!"

Lin Yan shouted in a low voice.

His left hand jabbed fiercely toward the chaotic core held aloft in his right hand.

Gu Yue's scales exploded all over her body from the shock of his shout.

Her four little stubby legs instinctively bounced half a step backward.

Her tail went ramrod straight.

Once she came to her senses, she rolled her eyes.

Her dragon face was filled with speechlessness.

"Why are you shouting? You scared this dragon to death."

Hearing that, Lin Yan turned his head and added expressionlessly:

"I just feel like using a big move without shouting feels lacking in momentum."

"..."

Gu Yue tilted her head.

Her silver dragon eyes reflected the young man's pale yet composed face.

The tip of her tail swayed unconsciously—this guy seemed kind of cute.

But the next second, the scene of their first encounter surfaced in her mind.

The sky had split open.

That indescribable figure drifting above the river of time had casually frozen time.

With a single thought, it could destroy an entire era.

Cute my ass.

This was a brute.

At that moment, Lin Yan's fingertips had already touched the chaotic core.

In an instant, space and time froze.

Not the kind of stillness caused by pressing a pause button.

It was a more absolute solidification, one that came from the level of laws themselves.

Then came the eruption.

An invisible ripple spread outward in all directions from the chaos in a spherical wave.

Everything changed wherever the ripple passed.

The mountain of dirt piled in the corner of the room vanished.

The dead branches and rotten leaves vanished.

All matter was swallowed by an irresistible force.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

Gu Yue abruptly turned her head to look at the old pot on the stove.

The mushroom scraps in the pot were still there.

But the residual energy belonging to ancient space-time was being drawn away by some force.

Her eyes widened—that was the remnant of the Ninth Epoch.

At that moment, it was rushing into the chaos in Lin Yan's palm like rivers flowing into the sea.

The two collided.

There was no sound.

Yet Gu Yue felt her soul tremble.

It was a roar that transcended hearing.

A dimensional tremor produced by space colliding with space, and time merging with time.

Then she saw it.

Within the chaos, a world was born.

At first, it was only a point.

Smaller than the tip of a needle.

Yet it contained infinite possibilities.

That point began to expand like an inflating balloon.

The land stretched outward—brown earth condensed from the chaos, layer upon layer, forming a thick crust.

The sky rose—clear qi ascended while turbid qi sank, and a visible atmospheric film wrapped around the entire world.

The oceans boiled—water elements precipitated from the chaos, condensed into liquid water, and filled the hollows of the earth, forming primordial seas.

But that was not enough.

Within the world's membrane, light and darkness still clashed fiercely.

There was no sun, no moon.

Only primal, pure energy interweaving madly.

Elemental power surged everywhere like wild horses that had broken free of their reins.

Then, life was born.

At first, there were only spores.

They divided—one became two, two became four, and four became countless.

They evolved—single-celled organisms became multicellular ones, and multicellular organisms became primitive clusters of life.

The first primitive algae appeared in the ocean.

They floated on the surface, producing oxygen through the most primitive form of photosynthesis.

Then came bacteria, microorganisms, and ferns.

Life climbed upward, step by step, along its most ancient path.

"Is this... creation?"

Gu Yue's voice trembled.

She had experienced all of this in that microscopic world before.

But back then, she had been a participant, a part of that world.

Now, she stood outside it, watching the birth of a brand-new era as an observer.

The feeling was completely different.

Lin Yan withdrew his hand.

His body swayed, and he nearly pitched forward onto his face.

Pale was no longer enough to describe his complexion.

He looked like a sheet of paper soaked in water.

Several tiny cracks had split open on his lips, seeping with traces of blood.

He panted heavily.

His chest heaved violently like a bellows.

Cold sweat streamed down his cheeks from his forehead.

It was too much of a stretch.

Using level-ten soul power to create a world was like trying to get onto the highway on a bicycle.

But he had held on.

He steadied himself against the wall, then turned to look at the still-dazed Gu Yue and raised his chin.

"What are you standing around for? Step forward and establish a connection with this world."

Gu Yue snapped out of it and tilted her head at him.

Her purple eyes were full of confusion.

"Isn't your divine power insufficient?"

Leaning against the wall, Lin Yan spoke weakly, though his tone remained calm. "Contract with this world, become the will of the plane, become the Heavenly Dao of this world. With the world's support, perhaps you can recover some of your power too."

Gu Yue froze.

Her little brain began spinning wildly.

This guy... actually trusted me that much?

Something was wrong, very wrong.

Why had this brute, who constantly held a kitchen knife to her neck, suddenly become so generous?

She stared suspiciously at Lin Yan's face.

But Lin Yan's expression was too calm.

As calm as a bowl of still water.

She could not read anything from it.

In reality, Lin Yan simply thought the thing took up too much space.

And—he had to admit one fact.

This foolish dragon was growing stronger far too quickly.

How many days had it been?

She could already speak human language, take human form, use spatial storage, and was growing bigger by the day.

Though he complained about her all the time.

Lin Yan knew perfectly well.

If they really fought, he might not be able to beat her now.

It was just that this foolish dragon had not realized it yet.

Her body was still imprinted with an instinctive fear of him in her genes, which was why she obediently listened to him.

But if one day she suddenly woke up and realized, This bastard is actually this weak, that would be the day he got pinned to the ground and rubbed into the dirt.

So rather than passively waiting for death, he might as well take the initiative and let her contract with this world. It looked generous.

But in reality, it killed three birds with one stone.

First, once she became the Heavenly Dao, her energy would be devoted to developing the world, leaving her no time to scheme about rebellion.

Second, the stronger the world became, the more feedback he would receive, and the faster his cultivation would rise.

Third, and most importantly—this world was his in essence.

She merely had the right to use it.

Ownership remained in his hands.

Her weak point, even her life, would forever be held in the palm of his hand as the Great Dao.