Rumble!
The void trembled, as though unable to bear the weight.
A Chaos Furnace that towered from earth to sky stood between heaven and earth, its body ancient and desolate.
Grand scenes were engraved upon it: ancestral sacrifices, the fall of gods and devils, and the collapse of stars.
Washed by chaos aura, those images seemed to come alive, releasing the sound of scripture recitations that shook the nine heavens and ten lands.
The furnace lid stood wide open. Within lay a gray, hazy chaos world, where countless streams of chaos true flame raged wildly.
These flames were neither mortal fire nor ordinary divine flames, but fire born from the Source of Myriad Daos.
They were flames of order that Ye Tian had kindled with his own invincible qi-blood as fuel. Nothing could escape their burning, nothing could resist their refinement!
"Aaaah!!!"
From deep within the furnace came the Nine-Winged Black Cicada's agonizing screams.
They brimmed with despair and terror, like a vengeful ghost suffering the cruelest torture in purgatory.
This God Venerable Rank Great Demon, whose bloodline dated back to Primordial Antiquity and the Primordial Era, had hunted countless prodigies in this forbidden zone. Now, the cicada was experiencing the most terrifying moment of a long life.
The Black-Gold Carapace that had been the cicada's pride, beneath the licking chaos true flame.
Began rapidly softening and charring, bursting with crackling sounds like beans roasting in a pan. Vast swaths of runes crumbled—the cicada's Dao foundation was disintegrating.
"Human... no! My lord! Lord God King!!"
Under this torment worse than death, the Nine-Winged Black Cicada finally broke completely.
Abandoning all dignity and the pride of a God Venerable, the cicada begged with utter abasement, violent fluctuations of divine sense echoing through the furnace.
"Spare me! Please, spare me!"
"I cultivated