Whispers of Chaos

No one noticed that faint twitch.

Every member of the exploration team was immersed in the excitement of obtaining an enormous treasure.

Ji Meng's bone blade had already cut through the Demon God's tough skin.

Dark golden blood, as thick as magma, slowly seeped out.

Just catching a whiff of its scent made the Demon Power within Ji Meng begin to boil.

"What a treasure!"

Overjoyed, he immediately took out a specially made jade bottle, ready to collect it.

But just then.

An invisible, imperceptible mental ripple spread outward from the corpse's single eye like waves.

That ripple instantly engulfed the entire exploration team.

It also pierced through the endless chaos and swept across the distant United Fleet.

Ji Meng, who was collecting the divine blood, suddenly stiffened.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

Endless bloodlust surged from the depths of his heart, devouring his reason.

"Kill! Kill them all! It's all mine!"

Roaring, he did not stab his bone blade into the Demon God's corpse. Instead, he viciously slashed at a nearby Dragon Clan elder.

Caught off guard, the Dragon Clan elder was struck across the shoulder, sending dragon blood spraying everywhere.

"Ji Meng! Have you lost your mind?!"

Shocked and enraged, the Dragon Clan elder immediately transformed into his dragon form and battled Ji Meng.

This was only the beginning.

The other members of the exploration team also descended into madness.

The Chan Sect disciples looked at their fellow Jie Cult members as though they were mortal enemies.

"Demonic heretics! Give back my treasure!"

"Hypocrite! Give me your life!"

The light of immortal arts and magical treasures collided wildly across the Demon God's corpse.

In an instant, former allies became enemies locked in a fight to the death.

Only Taiyi Zhenren, protected by his profound cultivation and a supreme treasure, barely retained a shred of clarity.

Even so, the sight before him scared him out of his wits.

"This is bad! Heart demons have invaded!"

He shouted anxiously, trying to awaken everyone.

But no one could hear him.

Everyone had been dragged into an endless abyss by their own heart demons.

At the same time.

Chaos erupted within the United Fleet as well.

That mental ripple had affected every person in the fleet.

Cultivators with weaker cultivation rolled their eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed unconscious.

Those with profound cultivation were like powder kegs ignited from within.

Long-suppressed hatred, resentment, greed, and jealousy were magnified without limit at that moment.

"Guang Chengzi! Today, I will avenge my junior brother, whom your Chan Sect killed!"

A Jie Cult Immortal unleashed a magical treasure and blasted it toward a Chan Sect warship.

"Courting death!"

The Chan Sect immortals did not back down and immediately counterattacked.

"Demon Clan! Pay for the lives of my people!"

"Human Clan! We have never forgotten the hatred of those years!"

For a time, Magic Power ran rampant throughout the fleet, while sword qi crisscrossed the air.

Warships from different factions even began bombarding one another.

The United Fleet, orderly only moments ago, instantly became a chaotic battlefield.

At that moment, the alliance existed in name only.

On the bridge of the flagship, the Civilization.

Chen Ran's expression had turned grim to the extreme.

"What is happening?!"

he demanded.

"Executor! Everyone's mental state has become abnormal!"

"Heavenly Net has detected a powerful, unknown mental contamination!"

"The source is that Demon God's corpse!"

Even Youchao Shi's voice was trembling.

It wasn't completely dead!

That was the only thought in everyone's mind.

"Empress Nuwa!"

Chen Ran suddenly turned to Nuwa in the seat of honor.

At this moment, only a Saint could suppress this turmoil.

Nuwa's face was equally grave.

She was just about to act.

But Chen Ran suddenly stopped her.

"Empress, please wait!"

Chen Ran said.

"Your power is supreme. If you suppress them by force, I fear you may injure their Nascent Souls."

"Moreover, we do not know the nature of this mental contamination. Saint Power alone may not be able to eradicate it."

Nuwa looked at Chen Ran.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Leave professional matters to professionals."

Chen Ran swiftly issued orders through the main control console.

"All disciples of the Western Teachings, heed my command!"

"Immediately put down everything in your hands, sit cross-legged, and recite the Pure Heart and Benevolence Mantra together!"

"Use the Heavenly Net System to spread your voices to every corner of the fleet!"

Once the order was given, the Western Teachings monks who had not yet been fully controlled by their heart demons immediately complied.

They cultivated the path of purity and detachment, so they were far more resistant to this mental contamination than the others.

Soon, waves of peaceful and solemn Buddhist Chants echoed in everyone's ears through the ships' sound-amplifying formations.

The immortals and demons, filled with chaos and bloodlust, all froze.

The Buddhist Chants were like a clear spring, cleansing their fevered souls.

But the mental contamination originating from the Chaos Demon God was far too powerful.

The Buddhist Chants alone could only suppress it, not eradicate it.

Many people still struggled and roared.

"It's not enough!"

Chen Ran turned his gaze toward Nuwa once more.

"Empress, now we need your power."

"I do not need you to attack, nor do I need you to suppress them."

"I need you to release the power of 'life,' the power you use to create all things."

"Inject the most fundamental vitality into every contaminated living being, and protect their divine souls from perishing."

"Buddhist teachings will purify their hearts, while Saint Power protects their bodies!"

"Only by working together can we completely dispel these whispers of chaos!"

Understanding and approval flashed through Nuwa's eyes.

She did not hesitate any longer.

She slowly rose, and the pressure of a Saint enveloped the entire fleet.

But this time, that pressure contained not the slightest hint of killing intent.

It held only boundless warmth, a life-giving aura like a mother's embrace.

Nuwa extended her jade-like hand, and a seven-colored lotus containing endless Creation Power bloomed in her palm.

The lotus flew out and burst above the fleet.

It transformed into countless soft raindrops of light that fell upon every warship and every person.

Every living being touched by the light rain, immortal or demon alike, felt their divine soul firmly protected by the warmest barrier.

The maddened whispers invading their minds were shut out.

Together with the pure Buddhist Chants ringing in their ears.

Working from within and without.

The bloodshot eyes began to regain their clarity.

The chaotic Magic Power began to settle.

After the time it took to burn an incense stick.

The entire fleet returned to a deathly silence.

Everyone collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

As they looked at the devastation around them and the "companions" they had injured, their faces were filled with lingering fear and shame.

They had nearly destroyed everything with their own hands.

Everyone looked toward the flagship.

Toward the mortal figure who had once again pulled them back from the abyss.

Chen Ran paid no attention to their gazes.

He stared fixedly at the light screen.

Amid the recent chaos, the Heavenly Net System had successfully captured a trace of the Chaos Demon God's lingering consciousness.

After decoding it.

Fragments of memories from the Primordial Era appeared before him.

He saw a towering giant holding a massive axe as he split open chaos.

He saw three thousand Demon Gods howling as they fell beneath the divine might of the Creation of Heaven and Earth.

Then he saw the most crucial scene.

Within the endless flames.

A colossal, blazing star was taking shape.

That was the Solar Star.

But it was not an ordinary star.

It was a prison.

An eternal prison personally forged by Pangu from his own left eye.

Deep within the core of that Solar Star.

The most powerful Chaos Demon God, one even Pangu could not completely kill, was firmly suppressed.

At the end of the memory.

There was a frenzied, venomous thought from that suppressed Demon God, spanning hundreds of millions of years.

"When I return, I will surely... burn the Primordial World to ashes!"