Chapter 1160: The War That Never Ended, the Sealed Existence

The black-red colossal beast, stretching tens of thousands of kilometers, soared into the heavens, its body shrouded in multicolored radiance. The force it unleashed instantly threw the transcendent energy within billions of kilometers into turmoil. From afar, it looked like a seven-colored star streaking across the sky. Its dazzling brilliance and crushing might made countless colossal beasts tremble uncontrollably, their limbs giving way as they collapsed to the ground.

In that moment, except for a few true-spirit-level beasts and alien powerhouses, no creature could raise its head beneath the primordial might that ascended toward the heavens, let alone dare to look directly at it.

That primordial colossal beast has finally departed. Such terrifying might... So this is the power of the primordial?

Beneath the starlight, several colossal beasts and alien races emanating primordial auras stared solemnly at the rainbow star ascending higher and higher, horror etched across their faces.

Meanwhile, in the void beyond the mythical world, between its barrier and the chaos, in the vast world of the Divine Void Dragons, Ziyan, vast as a galactic system, lowered its head slightly. Within its enormous vertical pupils flickered faint astonishment. The Dragon Emperor of the End’s advancement to the primordial level was a little too fast.

No wonder. It is the descendant of that one,

thought the Silver Divine Dragon, mistakenly believing the Dragon Emperor to be the descendent of the mythical world.

Just as the Dragon Emperor ascended millions of kilometers in a blink, about to tear through the sky of the mythical world and step into the chaotic heavens—

Boom!

The Dragon Emperor’s will quaked violently. From the depths of the mythical world, an immense will surged forth. Even a single wisp pressed down so heavily that the Dragon Emperor felt it couldn’t withstand it. In the haze of that will, it vaguely saw the phantom of a black beast so vast it defied description, opening its mouth slightly toward him.

At once, its will quivered again. A torrent of boundless information flooded into its mind, transforming into a chaotic void map with clear directions. At its center shone the node of the mythical world, radiating leftward in a fan shape, pointing deep into the Sea of Chaos.

Within that thought was also a faint, gentle intent, instructing the Dragon Emperor to go into that region, gather its fragments, and return them. Doing so would earn it vast rewards of eternal qi. Moreover, slaying and tearing apart the primordial-level vassals under the Chaotic Nightmare Lord would also earn its rewards.

This was the Eternal War, one that had raged for millions of years, and it had not yet ended. When the mythical world awakened or when the Chaotic Nightmare Lord returned, both sides would once more ignite the Eternal War, unending, ceaseless, until one side utterly perished.

When that vague will faded away, the Dragon Emperor’s eyes cleared, black and blood-red lightning flickering within them. A faint trace of surprise surfaced.

There's even a map.

That was normal. Without it, how would primordial beasts navigate the boundless chaos or locate the shattered world fragments left behind in the Eternal War? Within the information it received, the Dragon Emperor also glimpsed the true role of eternal qi: the immortality of will.

When a lifeform broke through to the Seventh Primordial Heaven, its true form became eternal, indestructible across ages. Even if its soul and will were erased, its true form endured, shining across eternity.

The Eighth Primordial Heaven meant an immortal will, unending across cycles of reincarnation. At this level, one had practically become undying. Even a Ninth-Primordial-Heaven being couldn’t annihilate it, only suppress and seal it.

Even beings of the eternal level would pay an immense price if they sought to erase such an existence. Eternal will would mutually extinguish one for one. That ancient, undying true form would require equal eternal origin to destroy. So long as the true form endured, even after millions of years, such a primordial beast could suddenly return, revived and reborn.

This was why beings like Zihuang valued eternal qi so greatly. Not only did it enhance cultivation and strength, most importantly, it let the will touch immortality in advance. Even if slain by a primordial-sovereign-level beast, revival remained possible.

Of course, encountering an immortal primordial beast at the Seventh Primordial Heaven meant death all the same. Though the lure of eternal qi was immense, for the Dragon Emperor, the origin of worlds was of greater importance.

Roar!

Tens of thousands of kilometers long, the Dragon Emperor tore apart the barrier, lifted its head to the heavens, and roared. It then turned toward the Silver Divine Dragon circling the Divine Void Dragon world and growled low.

Supreme Ziyan, I will trouble you to look after Xiao Yi. I must leave for a time.

The Silver Divine Dragon paused, then slowly nodded, watching the black-and-red colossal beast tear through space-time and vanish.

Following the resonance between itself and Chen Chu, the Dragon Emperor tore through space, heading toward the chaotic coordinates of Cescilles.

***

Within the Underground Palace of Evil Gods beneath the ninety-ninth maze level of Cescilles, Boroedo sat high upon a crude throne, gazing coldly at the uninvited guest before it.

The hall was thick with black demonic qi. Within it, a demon with bat wings bowed respectfully. "Celos greets the two esteemed Hell Apostles."

Boroedo lowered its head slightly, the three pairs of narrow white eyes gleaming with chill. "An abyssal creature dares stand before us? Are you not afraid of death? Or do you think we cannot see your true body is that of an Abyssal Great Demon?"

The Abyssal Demon, only at the beginning stage of the mythical level, smiled faintly, its expression both grim and eerie. "Of course I fear death. But as we are all suppressed within this world, should we not think first of cooperation to escape?"

"Cooperation? You claim to have a way out?" From the shadows, where its form melted into darkness itself, Mbolak’s voice rumbled.

The abyssal demon calmly said, "I have been suppressed here for tens of thousands of years. Three times I invaded the surface, slaughtered countless Valkyries and heroes, until the surface dwellers named me the Ancient Demon. From plundering their tomes and writings, I uncovered this world’s true nature. The path of invasion through the surface and escape via the outer barrier is a lie. The true way out lies deep beneath us."

"Beneath us? Are you certain?" Boroedo’s three pairs of eyes narrowed.

The demon nodded firmly. "Yes. Beneath us. As so-called evil gods sealed here, the deeper we go underground, the stronger the suppression becomes, and the faster our power drains. The reason is that at the deepest heart of this world, an ancient being of unimaginable power is sealed. This world’s will will not allow us near, yet it siphons our power, using us as conduits to draw from the supreme planes and feed the seal on that ancient being. Unfortunately, when I discovered this truth, my power was already depleted, barely a tenth remained. I could not delve deeper to break the seal. So I waited for other powerful evil gods to appear, to join forces and shatter the seal at the world’s depths. Then not only can we escape, but we may even destroy this world entirely and plunder vast amounts of its origin."

At the world’s deepest core, an existence at least at the primordial level was sealed! This revelation startled Boroedo and Mbolak, yet both hesitated. Given the might of this world, the one sealed below was likely no ordinary primordial being. It could be one at the Third or Fourth Primordial Heaven. If freed, the first thing it would do would be to crush them and devour their life force to restore its strength.

Besides, they still had contingencies. Chu Batian had already infiltrated. They didn’t have to place their hopes on this sealed, unknown existence.