Taiyin as the Key, Internal Strife Erupts

The moon!

Upon seeing these two words, Lu Ya's soul trembled.

The Taiyin Star!

Opposite the Solar Star, it formed the other pole of the Yin-Yang balance in the Primordial Era world.

The key, it was there!

This truth was too shocking.

Who could have imagined that the method to unlock the Solar Prison wasn't in the sun itself, but in the Taiyin?

What an astonishing plan this was!

Father Emperor and Uncle, they were not only emperors of the Demon Race, but also guardians of the Primordial Era.

They had long ago left a path of near-certain death for the future of the Primordial Era.

"So... that's how it is..."

Lu Ya muttered to himself.

His eyes were no longer filled with confusion.

A heavy sense of mission, named "Inheritance," pressed down on his shoulders.

Just then.

The golden space began to shake violently.

Outside, the Yaksa King had lost his patience.

He couldn't let Lu Ya take the information from here.

The twin scythes in his hands merged into one.

Transforming into a blood-colored beam that pierced the heavens and earth, it fiercely struck the ruins of the palace.

The golden domain formed by the ruins, in the face of these pure Laws of killing, twisted and shattered violently.

Lu Ya was jolted awake.

He knew he had to leave immediately.

He bowed deeply to this space that was about to be destroyed.

"Father Emperor, Uncle, your son will not fail you!"

With that, he transformed into a golden light and rushed out of the protective range of the ruins.

The moment he left.

The ruins of the palace, which carried the last glory of the Demon Race, were completely reduced to cosmic dust by the Yaksa King's attack.

"Trying to leave?"

The Yaksa King's icy voice echoed in Lu Ya's soul.

He moved.

His figure was like a phantom, instantly appearing behind Lu Ya.

The blood-colored scythe, carrying the aura of harvesting all life, slashed towards Lu Ya's neck.

Lu Ya felt death approaching.

He closed his eyes.

But he did not wait for death.

A strong and powerful arm grabbed him.

And flung him fiercely into the distance.

It was Xing!

He hadn't died in the energy storm.

His imposing body was now tattered and broken, half of his body turned to charcoal.

But he still stood there, like an insurmountable mountain, blocking the path between Lu Ya and the Yaksa King.

"Your opponent is me."

Xing's voice was hoarse, but filled with fighting spirit.

He didn't use any Natal Artifacts or divine abilities.

He just used his one relatively intact fist to fiercely smash towards the Yaksa King's scythe.

This was the most primitive, the purest, collision between flesh and Laws.

Boom--!

An indescribable shockwave spread out.

The surrounding Chaos energy currents were instantly cleared away.

Xing's fists were mangled.

A crack also appeared on the Yaksa King's scythe.

For the first time, surprise flickered in the Yaksa King's blood-red eyes.

This Human Race's physical body could actually contend against his Natal Artifact!

He didn't know that Xing's body was nurtured by the essence and blood of countless Ancient Fierce Beasts that had long since gone extinct.

His very existence was a miracle that shouldn't have been in this world.

Xing didn't give him a chance to think.

He burned his last vestiges of Blood Essence.

His entire being transformed into a blood-red meteor, crashing towards the Yaksa King.

He wanted to use his life to create an opportunity for Lu Ya to escape.

"Go quickly! Take the message back!"

Xing's roar was the last thing Lu Ya heard.

Lu Ya, tears streaming, fled madly towards the United Fleet without looking back.

Flagship, Zeroing Laboratory.

When Chen Ran saw the final line of data regarding the "Chaos Engine" being deduced on the Heavenly Derivation Matrix, he completely relaxed.

A tremendous wave of fatigue washed over him.

He almost collapsed.

"Executive Officer!"

Youchao Shi quickly supported him.

"I'm fine."

Chen Ran waved his hand, his eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"We succeeded."

"We have grasped the key to Chaos!"

This news caused the entire laboratory to erupt in thunderous cheers.

With the Chaos Engine, they would have an inexhaustible source of energy.

The Solar Furnace Project would no longer be a castle in the air!

However, this joy didn't last long.

An urgent, blood-red alarm suddenly blared throughout the entire fleet.

It wasn't from the depths of Chaos.

It was from the distant Primordial Continent!

"Executive Officer! Urgent military intelligence!"

A Human Race cultivator responsible for monitoring the internal movements of the Primordial Era rushed in, scrambling.

His face was filled with terror.

"The 'Bloody Wanted List' has had an incident!"

Chen Ran's heart sank.

"Speak!"

"The last person on the list, 'Old Ancestor Fuhai,' we couldn't find any trace of him."

"Just now, Mount Kunlun, the shores of the East Sea, Mount Nanming, the Sea of Beiming... in the four extreme regions of the Primordial Era, massive Blood Sacrifice formations appeared simultaneously!"

"Old Ancestor Fuhai, he actually broke his Dojo into pieces and hid them in these four locations!"

"He used the flesh and souls of all the allied cultivators who hunted him to launch this Blood Sacrifice that engulfed the entire Primordial Era!"

"He... he opened a door!"

The cultivator's voice trembled.

On the light screen, a real-time image from the Primordial Era was transmitted.

It showed the sky of the Primordial Era.

A colossal vortex, composed of blood and resentment, was slowly taking shape.

The other end of the vortex was not Chaos, nor the void.

It was a gray-white world filled with deathly stillness, bones, and countless souls.

A new set of Laws, belonging neither to Immortals, nor Demons, nor Buddhas, nor the Demon Race, filled with the aura of death and decay, seeped through the door.

In the center of the vortex.

A skeleton wearing a tattered imperial robe, a flat-top crown, and holding a scroll, was slowly walking over from the other side of the door.

Behind him was an army of hundreds of millions of undead, wielding bone spears and with soulfire burning in their eyes!

Upon seeing the skeletal emperor.

For the first time, Saint Nuwa's face revealed an expression known as "fear."

She spoke with a choked voice, uttering an ancient taboo that even Saints were unwilling to mention.

"The Under...world!"

"How could he possibly be out!"