The Outer Chaos Region.
In its deepest reaches.
The chaos storms here were no longer mere torrents of energy, but fragments of laws, the wreckage of order.
Every wisp of wind could annihilate a Quasi-Saint.
Every inch of space brimmed with enough turmoil and nothingness to leave even a Sub-Saint lost.
Ceaseless since antiquity, eternally desolate.
Yet within this forbidden zone, where even time would be ground away, two figures moved as though walking on level ground.
Hongjun and the Elder of Chaos had already traveled hundreds of quadrillions of miles into its depths.
At last.
The two slowly came to a halt.
There was no path ahead.
Or rather, the sight before them was so horrifying that even Chaos itself recoiled from it.
The Elder of Chaos stared blankly at everything before him, his expression indescribably complex.
As far as the eye could see.
Within that boundless void lay one immense corpse after another, their size beyond anything words could describe.
Some resembled divine dragons, yet bore ten thousand wings, each wing still carrying an aura that could tear apart great worlds.
Some resembled giant apes with three heads and six arms. Though long dead, their clenched fists seemed to still grasp the power to split heaven and earth.
Others could not even be described in any known form, existing only as a mass of twisted light, a smear of eternal darkness.
Their very existence embodied a supreme law.
There could be no others.
These were all Chaos Demon Gods who had once contended with Great God Pangu, only to fall in the battle of Heaven-Opening!
The Three Thousand Demon Gods all lay dead here!
Without the slightest exaggeration, this was a Demon God graveyard of indescribable immensity.
One could well imagine how terrifying that ancient battle had been.