The torrent of memories assaulting Lei Dong’s mind abruptly ceased, yet moments later, the Demon Emperor, whose face was perpetually masked in ice, reappeared. This time, however, his regal bearing was entirely absent.

The mask was shattered into fragments, revealing a complexion beneath that was pale and utterly spent. Only the sweep of his brows remained proudly arched. His eyes, seeming to absorb the very essence of heaven and earth—profound and ancient—stared fixedly across the void, giving Lei Dong the disconcerting sensation of being directly observed.

It was impossible; separated by at least fifty millennia, how could such an illusion manifest?

“Oh, fortunate child who accepts my legacy. If you are witnessing this message, it means you have successfully activated the second layer of the Imperial Demon Seed’s inheritance. Your personal cultivation should be at least at the early Nascent Soul stage, and with the Demon Seed’s aid, your divine sense strength should be amplified to the late Nascent Soul tier?”

The Demon Emperor’s voice startled Lei Dong. The inheritance of the Imperial Demon Seed seemed profoundly mystical. Lei Dong could almost feel that the Demon Emperor before him was truly alive, manifesting vividly, speaking directly to him.

However, Lei Dong knew his own limits: his personal power barely reached the peak Golden Core stage, nowhere near Nascent Soul initiation. Activating the second layer of the inheritance was likely due to a specific reaction brought on by the immense pressure exerted by the Black Winged Demon King.

As if oblivious to Lei Dong’s predicament, the Demon Emperor spoke slowly, lost in his own narrative: “You have just witnessed the combined assault of the three mightiest beings in the Three Realms—the Demon Venerable, the Heavens and Earth, and the Mother of All Spirits—against me. Though I was outmatched and on the verge of death, my final counterattack ensured that all three would suffer grievous wounds, preventing their recovery for tens of thousands of years. My time is short, so I shall be brief. Your ability to resonate with the special sensation from the Chaos Tower and successfully claim my inheritance via the Imperial Demon Seed suggests you possess a specific trait shared with me: a unique quality in the Divine Soul. Only a soul tempered by time, space, and the laws of Chaos can trigger the resonance of the Chaos Tower. I do not know if you, like me, possess a soul not originating from the Nine Provinces World, but one carrying memories from another, distant realm since birth.”

Hearing this, Lei Dong’s body shook uncontrollably. While his transmigration wasn't a complete secret—he had shared it with Wanyan—learning that the Demon Emperor, five millennia his senior, was also a transmigrator sent shockwaves through Lei Dong.

Coupled with the Demon Emperor’s words, could it be that his own soul had undergone a baptism by time, space, and the laws of Chaos during his transition? Was that why he could sense the peculiar nature of the Chaos Tower?

Before cultivation or at lower levels, Lei Dong hadn't paid much mind to his transmigration; after all, transmigration novels were rampant on Earth, so so be it. But as his cultivation deepened and his strength grew, so did his reverence and comprehension of the cosmos. With deeper understanding of matter, law, and soul, his crossing felt increasingly improbable.

This Nine Provinces World was entirely separate from Earth, the place he grew up. How vast was the boundless universe? How did his soul carry its memories across such an immense distance, successfully reincarnating?

This feat was impossible not just for the soul of an uncultivated mortal, but even for the formidable primordial spirit of a Spirit Transformation stage expert; attempting to traverse the infinite void of the cosmos would be suicide.

A mortal soul is far too fragile to bear memory. Even the hardened divine souls of Golden Core experts, if violently ejected upon death, retain little more than deep impressions and instinct. Only those at the Nascent Soul stage, through constant tempering, fundamentally alter the nature of their soul, achieving the Nascent Soul, which can house memories. Once the Nascent Soul leaves the body, all memories remain intact. And memory is precisely the foundation of a life’s existence.

Thus, the stronger Lei Dong became, the less comprehensible and more mysterious his transmigration seemed, yet the Demon Emperor’s words suggested it was an inevitable accident, hinting at some hidden mechanism.

As Lei Dong pondered these complexities, the Demon Emperor spoke again: “In my understanding, the Primordial Universe harbors countless worlds. Whether it is the Celestial Realm, the Demon Realm, or the Nine Provinces World, they are but scattered fragments among the many. Worlds exist within the universe, governed by omnipresent laws. Earth has its laws, the sky has its laws, fire has its laws, and water likewise. Even time and space possess their own laws. If we could utterly transcend and command a specific law, we could become omnipotent gods within that domain. But to command, one must first transcend. Only by breaking free from the constraints of law can one rise above and master it. In truth, no one has yet transcended the laws; everyone remains bound within them. Myself included, and even those three supreme powers. The Will of the Universe will utterly crush any who attempt such transcendence.”

Lei Dong carefully absorbed this speech; it held a certain logic. However, at his current level, his grasp of these laws was superficial. At most, he understood the Law of the Netherworld somewhat and could slightly manipulate the Law of Space. His understanding of the Netherworld stemmed partly from his Master’s teachings—words Lei Dong increasingly grasped now—and mostly from his innate Nether Physique, which was a favorite of the Netherworld laws, granting him superior, faster comprehension and utilization.

“Most of us hailed as Great Powers, or those who claim mastery over certain laws, are merely individuals whose understanding of those laws runs deep, allowing us to employ clever methods to make the laws serve us. At best, we can temporarily obscure heavenly secrets or locally distort a law. It is laughable how many powerful beings mistake themselves for masters of these fundamental forces,” the Demon Emperor chuckled, seemingly mocking the many self-aggrandizing experts. Then, after a pause, he continued, “I shall now pass to you a spell designed to obscure heavenly secrets and twist laws. This technique is not novel; many races possess variants. For instance, the True Words of the Nether God are inherited by the Celestial Ghost lineage of the Ghost Tribe. And those bird-men who call themselves Winged Gods have something called the Great Prophecy. While they seem mystical, once dissected, they are merely techniques for deceiving the Heavens and amplifying law distortion. In fact, if one understands a specific law deeply enough, one can temporarily twist and tamper with it even without relying on specialized techniques like True Words.”

Lei Dong stared blankly. Was this Demon Emperor merely trying to amuse him? He intended to bequeath a spell similar to the True Words of the Nether God, yet simultaneously decried it as worthless? Lei Dong had witnessed the Nether Ghost Emperor use the True Words of the Nether God multiple times; its power was extraordinary, capable of commanding time itself to reverse.

For such a miraculous and unbelievable spell to be thus dismissed by the Demon Emperor left Lei Dong speechless. He had been hoping that Little You would eventually master the True Words of the Nether God and secretly pass it to him after the Old Demon Emperor perished...

“Enough. Quiet your mind and concentrate. I will seal my insights, experience, and technical knowledge of the True Words into the Imperial Demon Seed. Cover the Seed with your divine sense, and simply weave the words ‘Demon Emperor True Words’ into that mental projection,” the Demon Emperor instructed slowly.

Lei Dong felt a sudden surge of eagerness. As the inheritance process began, the assault from the Black Winged Demon King’s consciousness inexplicably paused. Seizing the opportunity, he enveloped the Imperial Demon Seed on his brow with his divine sense, saturating the projection with the characters for ‘Demon Emperor True Words.’ Despite the Emperor’s critique, Lei Dong intensely craved such miraculous arts. Mastering such a spell would grant him a significant advantage against Xuan Yuanzi later.

It seemed to be a mysterious trigger mechanism. As Lei Dong shifted his divine sense, the Imperial Demon Seed emitted a faint, cold light. Immediately, vast streams of inherited information surged along his mental connection, flooding and watering his brain like a tidal wave.

It felt as though the knowledge was being physically branded onto his brain cells—an agonizing pain that thankfully lasted only briefly. After mere seconds, the memory transfer appeared complete. With a slight turn of his thoughts, Lei Dong accessed the principles of the Demon Emperor’s True Words, the cultivation methods, the execution steps, and even the Old Demon Emperor’s disdainful memories concerning the art—all swept through his mind.

Lei Dong paused, slightly stunned. Putting aside the sheer power of the Demon Emperor’s True Words, the method of inheritance itself was utterly bizarre. On Earth, he had learned knowledge rooted in logical science; here, he studied the art of cultivation. In his idle moments, Lei Dong often compared the two systems. In reality, he found that cultivation was also an evolutionary system steeped in logic. Scientific knowledge and cultivation often corroborated one another in numerous aspects. This inheritance method via the Imperial Demon Seed was strikingly analogous to the fictional technology termed ‘memory implantation’ discussed in scientific circles back home.

Setting aside the peculiar thought, Lei Dong returned to reviewing the memories regarding the True Words bequeathed by the Demon Emperor. After careful consideration and comprehension of its principles and application, he realized the Emperor’s criticism held significant weight.

Reinterpreting the True Words in his own terms, Lei Dong found the spell resembled a complete, ready-made universal modification tool. It could relatively easily achieve localized alterations to certain laws without requiring profound intrinsic understanding of that law. Of course, the caster had to endure the backlash resulting from commanding such modifications.