From the dense, fiery-red blast wave, a crimson palm slowly extended, covered in fine, sharp red scales. Each scale was inscribed with arcane runes, radiating intense heat.

Standing behind Ye Chen, Xiu Luo Zhizun and the others gasped, their beautiful faces changing drastically. "The Hand of the Fire God!"

"Indeed!" Feng Tian Zhizun’s expression was icy. "When the Fire God fell, I exhausted all my strength just to sever one of his arms from the corpse. I have kept it ever since, contemplating the power within it, striving to glimpse the realm of a Celestial Being. Though I have yet to fully master its technique, to me, World Supremes like you are nothing more than ants. My Spirit Realm has endured silently for so many years, waiting for the next great world war to unleash the Hand of the Fire God, unifying the Eight Great Worlds, and then invading the Primordial Era!"

Xiu Luo Zhizun’s expression shifted. A layer of world power emanated from her body, attempting to ward off the intense heat of the surrounding fire waves, yet she felt her world power dissolving rapidly, like snow meeting a blazing inferno. She couldn't help but frown deeply.

"You believe..." Ye Chen looked at Feng Tian Zhizun, his voice cold as a sharp sword, "that this mere Hand of the Fire God can stop me?"

The slight smile on Feng Tian Zhizun's face froze.

Puff!

A piercing, bright blade light surged forth, resembling the oppressive weight of a vast world. It was condensed, sharp, and impossibly fast—arriving before Feng Tian Zhizun almost as soon as the thought formed.

The blade light swept across the Hand of the Fire God!

The hard scales on the hand shattered like white paper, neatly cleaved as if sliced by a mirror. Not a single drop of blood splattered.

Ye Chen slowly retracted his finger, looking coldly at Feng Tian Zhizun. "Don't speak of the mere Hand of the Fire God. Even if the Fire God himself were reborn and stood before me, he would be slain just the same!"

A fine sheen of cold sweat broke out on Feng Tian Zhizun’s forehead. He felt the Hand of the Fire God in his grasp beginning to dissolve, being pulled toward Ye Chen by an overwhelming and irresistible force in the void. He unleashed his internal world power to entwine around it, but it was shredded by the sharp energy.

The severed halves of the Hand of the Fire God floated before Ye Chen. He gently brushed his fingers across them. The scorching flames did not burn him; instead, a wisp of black flame sprang from his fingertips, spreading across the Fire God's arm. It merged with the existing flames, turning them into a black-red fire that slowly seeped into the arm.

The crimson scales on the arm gradually became obscured by emerging black spots, slowly transforming the entire limb into a black arm, burning with surging black flames. Moments later, the fire on the arm flickered, and the entire palm dissolved into a mass of dense black flame. It contracted like thick smoke along Ye Chen's fingers and vanished.

Refining the Hand of the Fire God brought about a heaven-shaking change in Ye Chen's aura. The black flames within him were already a rare Demonic Fire, second only to the flames of the Blood Phoenix, and even more formidable than the flames of his Senior Sister, Zhuque. After devouring the Hand of the Fire God, the flame's mystery and intensity surpassed even that of the Blood Phoenix!

A dark light flickered in Ye Chen's eyes. He slowly extended a finger, and a wisp of black flame materialized at his tip, like a chilling will-o'-the-wisp. "This flame is named [Darkness]."

"It devours all, scorching heaven and earth."

Ye Chen had merged his newly comprehended Great Dao with his flames, intensifying their power. Previously, the pure destructive power of his flames had reached the peak of the Heaven-Defying Realm, nearing the strength of a World Supreme. Now, after consuming the Hand of the Fire God, it had ascended to the absolute peak of the World Supreme level!

The power of the flames alone was now sufficient to slaughter every World Supreme expert in existence!

Feng Tian Zhizun watched helplessly as Ye Chen absorbed the Hand of the Fire God. Several times he considered striking out, but he constantly felt the sensation of a razor-sharp blade hanging at his throat—any slight movement would mean instant demise. This overwhelmingly intense sense of crisis kept his body frozen, daring not to move.

After finishing the refinement, Ye Chen looked up at him, awaiting his reply.

Feng Tian Zhizun’s face cycled through shades of green and white. Finally, he glanced back at the three Supremes and Yue Shen Zhizun behind him. They still looked so young. Though they had lived countless ages by ordinary standards, in his eyes, they remained children.

Young lives...

He sighed inwardly, then looked up at Ye Chen. "I submit..."

Those three short words seemed to drain the last of his strength. As he spoke them, his appearance instantly aged by several decades; the wrinkles around his eyes were carved like blades, stamping the passage of time upon him.

The Primordial Era, the Origin Core.

Within the magnificent, grand palace, gleaming with gold, extravagant and noble, the Primordial Battle Sovereign leaned back on the golden dragon throne, his gaze fixed on the sky outside. After a long silence, a faint smile touched his lips. "He seems to have subdued the Spirit Realm and moved on to the Chaos Realm."

The golden-curled-haired woman looked surprised. "How do you know?" Although she knew the Primordial Battle Sovereign possessed boundless divine abilities, perceiving events in another realm separated by world barriers suggested a terrifying level of perception.

The Primordial Battle Sovereign smiled faintly. "During the great war back then, twelve worlds split off. Eight were occupied, and one was ruled by the original life form of that world. The other three worlds also spawned life but chose to remain low-key. Counting them up, each of those worlds is essentially my clone. Their strength, I can naturally sense. The auras of the Ghost Realm, the Demi-God Realm, the Pseudo-God Realm, and the Spirit Realm have all weakened slightly. It seems the beings within have all been collected by Little Blade, causing a slight dip in their world power."

The golden-curled-haired woman looked at him, her beautiful eyes shifting. "If Little Blade collected all the beings inside to strengthen his internal world, wouldn't his power increase even more? If he ever decides to rebel..."

The Primordial Battle Sovereign laughed. "It's not 'if,' it's 'when.' He will definitely rebel against me. //Book Fan Building Fastest Text Update"

The golden-curled-haired woman was startled. "Then..."

The Primordial Battle Sovereign gave a mysterious smile. "No matter how much his internal world grows, it only enhances his blade might. I created him; I know every move he makes. No matter how his blade might increases, he cannot harm me. Otherwise, he wouldn't exist today..."

The golden-curled-haired woman pondered for a moment, then said, "But he has birthed a new Dao, a Dao that should be capable of harming you. And there is that strange flame—his new Dao seems to have merged with his flames, and its power is absolutely not simple."

The Primordial Battle Sovereign smiled lightly. "Only those pitiful World Supremes would believe that a newly born Dao could defeat me. The entire Primordial World is my body. Every living being here, every blade of grass, was created by me. Every Dao realized by anyone was deduced by me. How many lives and Great Daos have I created? How could his single Dao possibly contend? Although his Dao is powerful enough to rank in the top three among the Daos I have deduced, it is still too weak—hardly worth mentioning."

The golden-curled-haired woman fell silent. She turned to gaze at the distant sky, and after a long pause, she said, "The Ancient God Clan seems to be making moves."

A curve formed on the corner of the Primordial Battle Sovereign's mouth. "The good show is just beginning. He is still destined to lose this game!"

The Chaos Realm.

The entire Chaos Realm was vast and boundless, but its population was sparse. The primary inhabitants were not humans, but a race called the Chaos Tribe—composed entirely of massive monsters who ruled the realm.

Humans here were merely a minority race.

Within the dominant Chaos Tribe, every monster, even in infancy, possessed the strength of a Divine Spirit. Upon reaching adulthood, they wielded the power of a Divine Emperor.

The Chaos Tribe was numerous, divided into many tribes. Every tribal warrior was at the Epoch Realm, and the stronger First Warriors possessed the power of the Void Heaven Realm.

Some ancient tribal chiefs had even attained the strength of the Heaven-Defying Realm.

Precision over quantity—this was the philosophy of the Chaos Realm.

The three Supremes of the Chaos Realm resided in three distinct locations on the Chaos Continent: the North, the Center, and the South.

The Purple Gold Supreme resided in the center, the Silver Supreme in the north, and the Bronze Supreme in the south, overseeing all affairs of the continent.

Each Supreme commanded ten Emissaries, who executed specific tasks on their behalf. For example, if a peerless genius emerged in a certain tribe but descended into depravity, engaging in widespread slaughter and robbery that ordinary forces could not quell, an Emissary would be dispatched for execution.

In truth, the Supremes could achieve this annihilation with a mere thought, utilizing the world power that permeated the entire Chaos Realm.

Currently, in the southern part of the Chaos Continent, the Bronze Supreme stood on a towering structure in the sky, drinking wine and gazing at the surrounding sea of clouds, feeling indescribably carefree. His only regret was that he had failed to capture that young man who had grasped a new Dao during his previous outing.

"I never thought that after just a few days, that boy would become so strong, displaying such astonishing talent, even grasping a Dao that transcends heaven and earth. I truly should have sent him back immediately and then searched for the corpse of the Goddess of Light. Now, not only have I not found the Goddess of Light’s body, I almost died, and I lost such a promising Emissary, blast it!"

These regrets caused a dull ache in the Bronze Supreme's heart, and he loudly downed three bowls of strong liquor.

Rumble~~~

Just then, a massive vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, flashing with pitch-black lightning. A colossal power swept out like a blast wave, enveloping the entire Chaos Continent.

The Bronze Supreme sprang to his feet, tilting his head back to stare intently at the black hole. His fists clenched, beads of cold sweat forming in his palms. Through the sensation of world power, he perceived that this black hole signified the tearing of the Chaos Realm’s barrier. Moreover, seven or eight formidable auras, no weaker than his own, faintly emanated from within the void.

Swish! Swish!

From the distance, two figures shot over instantly, stepping out of the void. One was a black-haired man clad in purple armor, his cold and proud features and slender body resembling a gleaming, sharp spear.

The other figure wore a silver-white robe, like a benevolent father god. Two pieces of silver forged shoulder guards rested on his robe, emitting intense, needle-sharp white light, both sacred and noble.