Chapter 1170: The True Star-Level Colossal Beast, the Primordial Monarch

Chen Chu sat cross-legged in the void within the now-emptied white principle world tree, clad in a dark imperial robe coiled with dragons and crowned with the Imperial Crown of Twenty-Four Heavens.

Chen Chu’s true form stood thirty-thousand-kilometers tall, like a massive celestial body that radiated an oppressive presence. As his eyes opened, the entire void trembled violently, as if an ancient deity had awakened. The world’s principles resonated with him like a rising tide.

Golden, white, and purple waves of light spread outward from his body, soft yet immense, covering billions of kilometers in the blink of an eye. His figure grew hazy, as though sinking into a deeper layer of existence, yet to those who beheld him, he appeared vast and supreme, like the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao itself.

Those three radiant layers were the light of his heavens, representing the Third Primordial Heaven, the realm of a Primordial Monarch.

This was Chen Chu’s harvest after a hundred years. The reason it had taken so long was because progress beyond the primordial level was unimaginably difficult. Under normal circumstances, one could spend ten years without advancing even a step.

Even among the most gifted, it often required hundreds or thousands of years to progress further. For instance, the six emperors of the ancient civilizations, each a peerless prodigy of their era, had spent over thirty thousand years in the mythical world, and who knew how many years in real time, just to break through the Fourth and Fifth Primordial Heavens.

Thus, even Chen Chu, who could transform the origin of worlds into any power he desired, still needed thirty years to condense his Second Primordial Heaven and over sixty to complete the third.

But the Primordial Heavens were but one aspect of the primordial level. His True Primordial Demon God Form, divine soul, and will all had to evolve alongside it. Now, he felt his will towering above the Heavenly Dao itself. He extended a hand to grasp lightly at the air.

Boom!

The supposedly indestructible space before him shattered, forming a black hole ten million kilometers wide. Unlike the chaotic turbulence that usually followed spatial collapse, this black hole manifested as three overlapping layers under his Third Primordial Heaven's power, each separated by a distinct dimensional fold.

For those who stood between dimensions, their power would expand tenfold through the reverse side of material chaos, each layer amplifying the next. This amplification was not just spatial range but also strength, for to command greater expanse was to wield greater might.

That was why Zihuang and the Nightmare Yu had both fought within another world in their ancient battle. Only in the depths of the dimensional folds could they unleash their full power.

Three vertical pupils, blood-red, silver-white, and black-gold, appeared within Chen Chu’s dark eyes. In these hundred years of transcendence, his cultivation had reached the Third Primordial Heaven, and his every path and power had evolved further.

His former three-faced, ten-armed True Demon God Form had become sixteen-armed. The once-illusory faces of the demon and the god had merged into a single threefold visage.

From afar, he now resembled a thousand-armed demon god seated cross-legged. Two hands were clasped before his abdomen, one supporting the heavens, the other forming a seal, while fourteen arms fanned out behind him like divine wings.

Those three merged faces meant his six eyes, each bearing divine abilities and divine transformation abilities, had also fused into one. When those four-fold pupils opened, a beam of annihilating light shot forth, piercing both illusion and reality, breaking through the dimensions where the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Primordial Heavens were located.

From the Fourth Primordial Heaven onward, the dimensions were no longer filled merely with invisible tearing forces. There now existed a gray energy that made even Chen Chu’s scalp prickle; a power of contamination, distortion, madness, and absurdity.

The void! It seems the void itself lies beneath the third dimensional layer.

The gray energy within those depths was millions or billions of times more dangerous than the void Chen Chu had once glimpsed through fractured space.

"I didn’t expect that the dimensional depths accessible to primordial beings would be connected to the void."

He gazed at the hazy, unreachable depths, his pupils dimming slowly as his expression turned contemplative.

Two eternal colossal beasts had once fought through the Sea of Chaos and torn open the Supreme Chaos. The path of primordial beings, by contrast, was to continuously open new heavens to descend deeper and deeper into the dimensional layers.

As one’s power expanded, the beings of the Eighth and Ninth Primordial Heavens could project themselves across the heavens by drawing upon the strength of dimensions to reflect their will upon infinite worlds.

After quietly feeling the depth of his newfound strength, Chen Chu prepared to summon his attribute panel and inspect the detailed changes of this breakthrough.

But just then, his gaze flickered as a scene appeared within his eyes.

The Dragon Emperor had awakened.

While Chen Chu’s human form had needed centuries to reach the Third Primordial Heaven, the colossal Dragon Emperor had also slumbered for a hundred years while devouring endless chaotic energy.

Now, within the roaring currents of the turbid Sea of Chaos, the immense black-red beast slowly opened its eyes. Four rings of runic sequence chains, black, red, gold, and purple revolved in its planet-sized golden pupils, emanating unfathomable pressure.

Each circle represented a projection of its life-bound abilities.

The newly evolved black-red colossal beast raised its head and roared. The sound shook the endless space-time, detonating chaotic currents across billions of kilometers. Its roar pierced even the crystal walls of the world, echoing through the entire black world.

That tyrannical, awe-inspiring cry caused all beings to tremble, their faces turning ashen as an indescribable terror surged from the depths of their souls. Even the two evil gods sealed beneath the earth for a century could not suppress the horror on their faces.

Inside the towering palace, Boroedo looked up and grew solemn. "Mbolak, Mbolak, did you hear that roar just now?"

"Stop calling me. I heard it. I'm not so weak as to miss it."

A figure clad in black battleplate, standing over two hundred meters tall, stepped slowly out of the darkness. The Hell Apostle's frame looked painfully gaunt, as if it had been starved through years of calamity. Its body had been reduced to little more than skin and bone. Armor and skeleton rang hollowly with every step.

Even the giant Boroedo, whose bulk had once seemed hewn from living rock, had not survived unscathed. It had not become an emaciated husk, yet the stone plates covering its body had turned a chalky gray. The plates were also fissured with cracks and pitted with tiny holes.

It looked like rock weathered for eons, a thing that would crumble at a single squeeze.

Most disturbing of all was the frailty radiating from the two evil gods. Their auras were so withered that they had fallen from true spirit level down to the ancient titan level. Their once-mighty true forms had been exhausted, and their life auras had dwindled to the point of near death.

A century of being suppressed by the world’s principles and constantly drained of energy had left these two evil gods utterly spent.

The long-awaited rescue had not come.

At the thought, a flicker of hope crossed Boroedo’s face. "Mbolak, do you think that primordial colossal beast roaming the chaos will enter this world?"

Mbolak shook its head slowly and spoke in a hollow voice. "It depends on what kind of primordial beast it is. If it is the world-devouring type, then we might still have a chance to flee if we release our last reserves of power when it invades.

"But it merely passes through, then we should prepare our last words."

The two evil gods fell silent, bitterness and resentment etched across their faces. As overlords who had dominated whole worlds and brought calamity to other realms, the Hell Apostles had once arrogantly strode through the cosmos. No one could have foreseen that one day they would fall so quietly in a world that seemed nothing but monstrous.

They had long since given up hope on Chu Batian. He had erupted a century ago and then vanished; he had likely been suppressed by this world and might now be as feeble as they were. The possibility that Chu Batian had escaped felt remote. Had he fled, he would have already returned with the Lord of Hell to rend this black world of origin apart.

Far beneath the surface, the will of the Abyssal Lord who had been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years had been stirred. As it sensed the ever-stalwart world principles loosening over the past century, that will bellowed its rage.

"Heng, I will kill you! I will slaughter all of the human race!"

At those words, Chen Chu, who had been sitting within the world tree and sensing the Dragon Emperor’s transformation, slightly shifted his gaze as he drew back part of his awareness.

His vision pierced the void. Chen Chu’s authority over the Heavenly Dao of this world had allowed him to see the colossal, galaxy-like, undying corpses caged by the white roots. A massive black phantom had been sealed within that prison.

The Abyssal Lord, who had once nearly broken through to the Seventh Primordial Heaven, had been reduced to a divine soul will so starved and transparent that it remained no more than a few faint lines of form.

"It's time to deal with this one."