The Chaos Furnace Nurtured a Hundred Scriptures' Essence; the God King Devoured Sun and Moon in Seclusion!
The War God Palace, an ancient hall suspended above the Nine Heavens that had weathered countless epochs, was utterly silent.
The shifting storms of the outside world, its seas becoming mulberry fields, seemed unable to penetrate the layers of emperor-grade restrictions and disturb the figure within who was comprehending the Great Dao.
Only a Great Dao rhythm of returning to primal simplicity lingered inside the hall.
Upon its four walls, ancient carvings flickered in and out of view beneath the washing chaos aura.
They were scenes from primordial antiquity—ancestors offering sacrifices, gods and devils waging war. Every stroke carried desolation and tragic grandeur.
Ye Tian sat cross-legged upon the Cloud Bed carved from a single slab of dao enlightenment immortal gold.
His white robes outshone snow, untouched by a speck of dust.
His eyes were shut, his entire being immersed in a mysterious state between sleeping and waking.
He remained motionless, like a fossil that had drifted through the river of years for billions upon billions of years.
Yet had a peerless expert been present and opened their heavenly eye to observe him, they would have discovered something horrifying.
Beneath that seemingly tranquil flesh lay a dormant power terrifying enough to destroy heaven and earth.
Rumble!
Thunderous sounds rolled from within Ye Tian's body—the surging of his golden god king blood.
Every surge against his blood vessels roared like rivers bursting their banks.
Every one of his 206 Immortal Bones was glowing.
The primordial runes branded upon them seemed to come alive, transforming into golden tadpoles.
They swam through his meridians, devouring the surrounding spiritual qi of heaven and earth, which had nearly liquefied.
Behind him, the hazy phantom of a Chaos Furnace slowly revolved.
Within it burned no ordinary fire, but great dao true flame kindled with the countless