Deep within the chaos, near the Solar Star.
The space here had become completely distorted.
It was no longer made up of monotonous gray currents.
Streams of golden True Sun Fire surged from the void without warning like enormous dragons.
Then they were torn into fragments by vast gray chaotic storms.
Torrents of energy formed countless tiny worlds here, constantly emerging and perishing.
One moment, it was a paradise filled with birdsong and flowers; the next, it became a hell of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The laws here were chaotic.
Lu Ya and Xing traveled through this forbidden region.
They did not use any Magic Power.
They relied only on their physical bodies, struggling to move through the gaps between countless fragments of laws.
Xing walked ahead.
His rock-like body was the finest shield.
Every spatial tear and every eruption of True Sun Fire was endured head-on by his flesh and blood.
His body was already covered in wounds.
Some cuts were deep enough to expose bone, yet not a single drop of blood flowed.
The power of blood and vitality within him had firmly sealed his wounds.
Lu Ya followed behind him.
His face was pale.
As a Golden Crow, he should have been favored by flames.
Yet the True Sun Fire here was mixed with the aura of chaos, making it violent and tainted.
Every contact sent stabbing pain through his bloodline.
"How much farther... do we have to go?"
Lu Ya's voice was dry.
He could no longer sense the guidance of his imperial father's aura.
Everything here was covered by the will of chaos.
"Soon."
Xing spat out two words.
His gaze pierced through layers of energy mist and locked onto a direction.
The route Chen Ran had planned for them through the Heavenly Net ended there.
It was a relatively "calm" region.
A massive black meteorite, as large as a continent, floated there.
Like an isolated island, it temporarily resisted the surrounding energy storms.
Using the last of their strength, the two finally climbed onto that meteorite.
Lu Ya collapsed directly onto the ground, gasping for breath.
Yet Xing remained standing straight, warily observing their surroundings.
"Something... isn't right here."
Xing suddenly spoke.
"It's too quiet."
Lu Ya noticed it too.
This region was far too calm.
So calm that it resembled the sea before a storm.
Just then.
A cold, sinister aura reeking of blood silently rose from behind the meteorite.
This aura was utterly incompatible with the violent chaos and blazing True Sun Fire around them.
It was like a drop of ink falling into a boiling pot of oil.
Lu Ya and Xing looked in that direction at the same time.
A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
His entire body was covered in blood-red bone armor, and a pair of broken bone wings extended from his back.
He carried two enormous blood-red scythes shaped like crescent moons.
His face had no features.
Only two scarlet lights flickered within his hollow eye sockets.
The Yaksa King.
He did not radiate any overwhelming pressure.
Yet as he stood there, he seemed to be the incarnation of the very concept of "slaughter."
Lu Ya's heart clenched violently.
From this being, he felt a fear that came from the depths of his bloodline.
It was the most instinctive reaction of prey facing its natural predator.
"The Asura clan..."
For the first time, a grave expression appeared in Xing's eyes.
From this Yaksa King, he sensed the aura of his own kind.
An aura born purely for battle and slaughter.
"By the ancestor's command."
The Yaksa King spoke.
His voice was like the howls of countless vengeful souls, ringing directly within their souls.
"I have come for your lives."
Before his words had even faded.
He moved.
But his target was neither Lu Ya nor Xing.
One of the scythes in his hand slashed viciously at the enormous meteorite beneath their feet!
Crack—
The meteorite, strong enough to rival an innate spirit treasure, was split cleanly in two like tofu beneath that scythe.
Having lost their only foothold.
Lu Ya and Xing were instantly exposed to the violent energy storm.
The Yaksa King did not pursue them.
He merely hovered quietly in place, as though enjoying a fine show.
He wanted this forbidden region to kill them with its own hands.
"Roar!"
Xing let out an enraged roar.
His body swelled in an instant.
The ancient Witch Clan bloodline within him fully awakened.
Totems of mountains and rivers appeared across his skin.
He spread his arms like a giant holding apart heaven and earth, forcibly creating a small safe space for Lu Ya within the violent energy storm.
Countless flames and countless chaotic currents battered his body.
His muscles tore apart again and again, only to heal again and again.
"Go!"
Using all his strength, Xing fiercely shoved Lu Ya toward a certain direction!
That direction was the most violent and chaotic core of the energy storm.
It was also the only possible path to survival!
Lu Ya's body was hurled like a meteor into that multicolored vortex of death.
In his eyes was reflected Xing's enormous figure, gradually swallowed by the energy storm.
An indescribable rage and grief exploded within his chest.
"Aaaah!"
He threw back his head and howled.
The Golden Crow Bloodline within him was completely ignited at that moment.
Not for battle.
But for... resonance!
Just as the chaotic laws were about to tear him into pieces.
At the very center of that energy vortex.
A faint golden glow, nearly extinguished, answered him.
It was the phantom of a palace.
It was utterly ruined, with only one corner of its eaves remaining.
A fragment of the Eastern Emperor Bell!
No, not merely the Eastern Emperor Bell.
It was the final remnant of Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the ancient Demon Heavenly Court palace built upon the Solar Star!
Drawn by Lu Ya's bloodline.
That remnant seemed to come alive.
It emitted an aura of supreme authority, one that governed all laws.
The violent and chaotic laws around it became docile and obedient in its presence, like subjects encountering their sovereign.
An absolutely safe golden domain spread outward from the remnant.
Lu Ya landed atop that remnant.
For the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared in the Yaksa King's scarlet eye sockets.
He had miscalculated.
He had not expected that the final ruins of the Demon Heavenly Court would still be hidden here.
Much less that Lu Ya's bloodline could activate them.
Lu Ya ignored the Yaksa King in the distance.
His entire consciousness was drawn into a golden space.
This was the interior of the palace remnant.
There were no cultivation techniques or spirit treasures.
Only countless flickering data streams and deduction models, like stars.
This was...
The final thing left behind by his imperial father, Di Jun.
And his uncle, Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
It was not an inheritance for him.
It was the Observation Record they had compiled over countless years as the "jailers" of the Solar Star, watching that prison.
"Pangu's seal consists of a total of three thousand six hundred chains of laws."
"It is estimated that the first cycle of decay will begin after three hundred yuanhui."
"Due to the influence of the chaos tides, the decay cycle has been brought forward by fifty yuanhui."
"The Star Devourer Civilization has appeared. Its energy radiation has accelerated the decay..."
"The Gestalt Civilization has appeared. Its spatial weapons have shaken the foundation of the seal..."
Line after line of cold data flooded Lu Ya's mind.
His imperial father and uncle had foreseen everything that was happening today!
They had always been calculating and deducing.
Trying to find a way to reinforce the seal—or rather, delay its collapse.
And at the end of all the records.
There was a final message from Eastern Emperor Taiyi, stained red with blood.
"The essence of the seal is suppression, not destruction."
"To defeat it, the only way is not to reinforce the seal, but to..."
"Open it!"
"When it is at its weakest, actively open the prison and gather the strength of the entire Primordial World to destroy it completely!"
"This is the only chance of survival!"
"And the key to opening the prison..."
"Is on... the moon!"
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