The nearer it got, the colder Gu Xiechen’s body became. Not just his flesh, but his soul, even his Three Corpses Primordial Spirit, grew progressively colder. It was as if he had been flash-frozen for ten trillion years, chilled to the point where the very ability to think was paralyzed.

Chaos divine light shot from his eyes, and within the crimson sword glow, traces of law faintly materialized.

This was not merely the rules of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, touted as the paramount killing array in the Three Realms, mastered by the Grandmaster of Heaven. In the face of the Wheel of Balance, a rule where slaughter truly dictated everything, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation seemed almost tranquil. The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, or rather, the pinnacle power wielded by the Grandmaster of Heaven, represented the supreme Dao of Slaughter among the Three Thousand Great Daos governed by Hongjun.

Yet, the aura of slaughter contained within this single crimson beam of sword light was ten thousand times more potent than the full exertion of the Wheel of Balance and dozens of other Wheels of Law representing infinite killing and destruction.

This was the power of law from an alien universe!

It wasn't just this pale red beam of light; the jade-white and pale-azure sword lights also contained the power of laws drawn from the new, foreign cosmos. These were three divine artifacts, forged by the Saintly power of the Three Pure Ones, fusing all the Heavenly Dao insights they had garnered in both worlds—artifacts potent enough to inflict devastating harm upon the living beings of this universe.

Just as the Innate Great Sages from the alien domain invaded this universe back then, causing countless Heavenly Immortals and gods to fall like rain, the might of these three divine artifacts surpassed those Innate Great Sages by no mere hundredfold. One strike was enough to completely shatter all the Heavenly Dao laws embedded within the restrictions of the Lingxiao Palace.

Goosebumps erupted all over Gu Xiechen’s body, and cold sweat jetted from his pores like milk being squeezed from a teat, instantly drenching his robes. Spiritual light flickered in his eyes, darting trillions of times in a single breath.

In his sight, the speed of the incoming sword light slowed, and its trajectory became clearer. But his body simply could not dodge or evade. He was rigid, possessed by an ineffable aura that had seized dominion over his body and soul; even his Three Corpses Primordial Spirit was unable to escape its control, frozen utterly in place.

Three feet, two feet, one foot...

Nine inches, eight inches, seven inches...

The sword light advanced inch by inch. The three masters—Grandmaster Xuandu, Master Yunzhongzi, and Zhao Gongming—now wore relaxed smiles. Little Daoist Zhang and Daoist Zhengyi’s faces were twisted with viciousness and smug gloating. They watched Gu Xiechen, perched high on the throne, their hands clenched into fists, as if they intended to channel every last bit of their meager strength into that crimson sword light to help it slay Gu Xiechen sooner.

The sword light crept closer, slowly.

Gu Xiechen’s body shuddered violently. His main consciousness, 99.9% residing in the projection world, trembled fiercely. His main consciousness, which had been meditating upon the destructive power of the 'Sunlight Destruction' wheel of law, inadvertently sent violent ripples that reached his massive, perfect physical form.

A low roar echoed through that boundless void, and the equally gargantuan body abruptly opened its eyes.

A flood of chaotic information surged upward from the projection world, rapidly injecting itself into his body across the distance via Gu Xiechen’s divine sense.

The sword light was only six inches away, when countless illusions suddenly appeared before Gu Xiechen’s eyes. His body paused, and his entire attention dissolved into these phantasms. His form blurred instantly, and vast, hazy spatial ripples, like disturbed water, spread rapidly outward from within him. The sword light's forward momentum abruptly stalled, transforming from a lightning bolt into the crawl of a snail.

Grandmaster Xuandu, Yunzhongzi, and Zhao Gongming’s faces changed drastically. They cried out in unison, "Impossible!" Grandmaster Xuandu and Yunzhongzi simultaneously launched their flying swords. A beam of white light and a beam of azure light once again pierced toward Gu Xiechen’s brow and lower abdomen.

The three-colored sword lights responded to each other, stabbing fiercely toward Gu Xiechen’s body. But against the dim, hazy spatial ripples, the speed of the three lights slowed agonizingly, so slowly that it felt as if the internal organs of Grandmaster Xuandu and the others were being fried in boiling oil.

Little Daoist Zhang cursed, leaping forward recklessly, cupping a bolt of Taiqing Divine Thunder in his hands to smash down upon Gu Xiechen.

Grandmaster Xuandu roared, "Insolent boy!" A gentle, hazy spatial ripple curled out. The Taiqing Divine Thunder Little Daoist Zhang had thrown slipped silently through space and reappeared right in front of his face, exploding in a flash of lightning.

A scream tore out as the upper half of Little Daoist Zhang’s body was blasted into fragments. Seven-colored streams of light mixed with countless golden motes converged from all directions, and patches of flesh swiftly reintegrated. His shattered body was quickly restored to its original state. However, this was a bizarre technique from the Brahman demonic arts, not the orthodox Daoist method of the Zhongnan Mountain lineage, which made Grandmaster Xuandu’s expression darken slightly.

He shot a cold glare at the panting Little Daoist Zhang, who was sprawled on the ground unable to regain his strength for a long moment, before Grandmaster Xuandu turned away with a grim expression.

Gu Xiechen had already fallen into boundless illusions, an infinite cascade slowly unfolding before him.

Within that infinite, boundless chaos, inside a chaotic sphere of light simultaneously laughing its utmost and vast beyond measure, a colossal planet was gestating a strange life form. That sphere of light was so small it was nearly non-existent, yet so large it could contain everything. Endless streams of chaotic energy continuously poured into this small light sphere, providing it with ample sustenance.

The surface of the planet within the light sphere was pristine, without the slightest blemish, like the finest, radiant pearl.

Countless ancient talismans flickered faintly across the planet’s surface—talismans that Gu Xiechen’s mutated Chaos Spirit Eyes had glimpsed portions of before. But the talismans on this planet’s surface were complete: three hundred and sixty million distinct runes, each corresponding to a marvelous power, harboring infinite, profound mysteries.

The spiritual consciousness of Gu Xiechen, wandering within the illusion, suddenly grasped the truth: this unimaginably vast planet was the Tianyuan Star, the origin point from which Pangu was born. These runes were the legendary Primordial Divine Script, originating before the heavens were split apart—the most powerful, most fundamental runes in this universe.

His spiritual consciousness swiftly began to operate, silently memorizing these runes.

These Primordial Divine Scripts were also miraculous; every time Gu Xiechen’s spiritual sense imprinted one, it vanished from the surface of the Tianyuan Star. After an unknown amount of time, Gu Xiechen finally branded all these Primordial Divine Scripts onto his heart, and the surface of the Tianyuan Star instantly returned to its original, smooth radiance.

But to outsiders, a divine light erupted from Gu Xiechen’s massive eyes—a light so intense it was impossible to look at. The color of this light defied description, yet it seemed to encompass all the colors of heaven and earth; whatever color a person imagined upon beholding it, that was the color they would perceive.

Gu Xiechen’s eyes lost their boundaries of black and white; his entire eyeballs transformed into that strange existence that seemed to embrace all hues. Countless Primordial Divine Scripts flickered faintly across the surface of his mutated pupils. Every time they flashed, a thread of Chaos Saint Power quietly emerged, continuously flowing from his eyes into his body.

If Gu Xiechen’s body were stripped bare, one could see these Primordial Divine Scripts flickering across its surface as well. Each flash caused wisps of Chaos Saint Power to permeate his body, stimulating his Pangu True Body to advance once more.

Even his internal organs were emblazoned with these flickering Divine Scripts.

The drop of Pangu True Blood within his heart, which had already transformed into a vast ocean, rolled and spun rapidly. In the blink of an eye, seventy percent of the Pangu True Blood was absorbed entirely by Gu Xiechen’s body. The blood in his veins gradually transformed, finally being assimilated until it shone with the same brilliant gold as liquid mercury, like Pangu True Blood. However, the density of the blood in Gu Xiechen’s body was still tens of thousands of times less than true Pangu True Blood.

As his physical form began to change, the illusion where Gu Xiechen resided also shifted.

That chaotic sphere of light, simultaneously immense and infinitesimally small, defying definition by volume, suddenly exploded outward in all directions. The Tianyuan Star shattered with a deafening crash, and a colossal figure, whose true height could not be ascertained, sprang up from within the wreckage. The Tianyuan Star pulverized, condensing in the giant’s hands into a massive axe and a terrifyingly sharp chisel that shone with mysterious light.

The giant let out a joyful, sky-piercing roar. He bellowed loudly and began a cheerful dance within the rapidly spreading cloud of chaotic light.

He danced, he leaped, casually swinging the battle-axe and the chisel in his hands.

Wherever the battle-axe swept, the chaotic space was cleaved open, and the cleaved chaos was swallowed up by the main body of chaotic light, causing its volume to expand continually. Wherever the chisel struck, countless bolts of chaotic Heaven-Splitting Divine Thunder roared, tearing through the void. These invisible, colorless divine thunders acted like a massive roller, smoothing out all the turbulent, agitated chaotic spiritual energy of earth, water, wind, and fire in their path.

Vast expanses of space were opened up. Countless immense, scorching orbs of chaotic spiritual energy swirled and intertwined in the void, evolving into the primordial forms of nebulae, star clusters, galaxies, and planets.

Pangu shouted and leaped wildly in the void—this was a dance of life, a dance of propagation. Occasionally, he would burst out of this nascent region of chaotic spiritual light and charge into the limitless chaos beyond, gleefully hacking colossal, strange chaotic beasts to pieces, extracting their vital essences, and injecting them into the rapidly expanding spiritual light mass.

As soon as the flesh and blood essence of those beasts merged with the rapidly expanding chaotic spiritual light, it instantly transformed into formless, quality-less essence of life force, integrating into the huge vortices of spiritual energy shaping into star clusters and galaxies, thus forming the primal seeds for the proliferation of billions of future creatures.