Hundreds of epochs passed in the blink of an eye.
The races created by the powerful gods began to multiply in the Chaos World, appearing one after another. They competed with the Machine Race, vying for dominance and plundering the world's boundless resources.
At this mont, the Chaos World had entered a new era—the Era of Ten Thousand Races Struggling for Supremacy. This era was not only far more turbulent than the Age of Gods, but it had also given birth to countless legends and imasurable lives.
Within the depths of a secluded chamber, Gu Chuan, who had been engaged in Closed-Door Training, finally awakened. As his eyes opened, an ominous radiance erupted from their depths, as though piercing through the very fabric of the Chaos World's mysteries.
The primordial laws of the universe seed to flow within his pupils, containing infinite knowledge, as if his sea of consciousness were calculating the very essence of all Dao.
A mysterious and ineffable aura of the Dao emanated from Gu Chuan, causing the entirety of Chaos City to tremble slightly, resonating with the rhythm of the Great Dao itself.
Suddenly, a thunderous rumble resounded.
The sky above Chaos City was engulfed in a colossal phenonon. Endless chaotic energy surged forth from the depths of the void, pouring into Gu Chuan's body without restraint, greedily devoured by the demonic cells within him.
A massive vortex of chaotic energy ford around him, shaking the heavens and the earth.
However, these cataclysmic visions were contained within the central dojo's restriction formations, preventing any outside demon gods from detecting the disturbances.
Having experienced such phenona multiple tis before, Gu Chuan had long since realized that if the demon gods of Chaos City were to perceive the visions caused by his cultivation, it would inevitably cause great turmoil.
Thus, he established a series of concealnt formations around the dojo, ensuring that his breakthroughs would not disrupt the balance of the city.
"At last... I have ascended. I have reached the Realm of World-Creation Saint and attained mastery over the 108 Dao."
Gu Chuan gazed into the depths of his own sea of consciousness, perceiving the imnse transformation within. After countless years of seclusion and with the aid of boundless rit light, he had finally broken through to a new realm—one that granted him dominion over the 108 Dao.
Within his mind, 108 Dao Scriptures floated like celestial stars, each one exuding an aura of boundless profundity, forming a complete and perfect cycle of Dao within the Prehistoric World.
To control 81 Dao was already a feat beyond asure, but to control 108 Dao was an entirely different concept. Though the nurical difference seed small, these 27 additional Dao represented the completion of the Heavenly Dao cycle—an absolute perfection akin to the convergence of countless rivers into an endless ocean.
The increase in power was not a re linear progression but an exponential leap beyond comprehension.
With but a single thought, he could command the vast expanse of Dao, suppressing entire civilizations and halting the very flow of ti and space.
If his previous Dao Realm was akin to a Great Thousand World, then now, it was equivalent to the boundless Prehistoric World itself.
The difference between them was imasurable—like the contrast between a fleeting spark and an eternal sun.
The power of the Prehistoric World was so vast that even a re ripple within it could annihilate hundreds of Great Thousand Worlds in an instant.
"My strength has reached an entirely new level."
Gu Chuan felt the demonic cells within his body undergoing an imnse expansion. Each of his cells had now transford into a complete Small Thousand World, capable of containing an infinite reservoir of energy.
It could be said that the number of demon god cells in his body was now comparable to the grains of sand in an endless desert. Each cell was a world unto itself, and each world held unfathomable power.
At this mont, his Magic Power—no, his Dao Power—had transcended all previous limitations. It was no longer the re power of law wielded by immortals; it had evolved into the supre authority of the Dao, sothing only saints could possess.
For those beneath the Immortal Realm, their power was limited to Spirit Energy or Spirit Power. Immortals wielded Law and Magic Power, but Saints... Saints commanded the very fabric of the Dao itself or Dao Power.
Now, Gu Chuan's Dao Power had increased by billions of tis compared to before. The difference between him now and when he controlled only 81 Dao was as vast as the heavens and the abyss.
If his forr self, who had mastered 81 Dao, were to stand before him now, he could obliterate that version of himself in an instant. The gap between the two states was beyond imagination.
Even a single breath from him could now unleash an apocalyptic energy storm, one capable of shattering the chaotic void across tens of thousands of light-years and erasing entire civilizations in a single instant.
"My demon god body... has evolved once more."
Though Gu Chuan still maintained his humanoid form, ditating in the Lotus Position, he could clearly perceive the true state of his real body.
Under his divine perception, his primordial serpent form had grown exponentially. Once spanning ten light-years in length, it had now expanded a hundredfold—reaching a terrifying one thousand light-years in size.
If other demon gods were to witness his true form at this mont, they would be struck with absolute terror. Even Pangu, in his pri, would pale in comparison to Gu Chuan's sheer size.
After all, a body spanning a thousand light-years...
At the speed of light, it would take a millennium to traverse its length. The sheer scale of his existence defied comprehension.
"If it's at this mont... perhaps I can truly open the Prehistoric World."
A glint of understanding flashed in Gu Chuan's eyes. He now stood at the sa threshold of power as Pangu when he first split the heavens and created the Prehistoric World.
However, he understood that rely possessing the strength to open the world was not enough. The act of world-creation was not as simple as forcefully tearing apart the void—it required the ability to separate the heavens and the earth, ensuring that the world could sustain life and flourish.
The weight of such an undertaking was beyond imagination. The pressure alone was enough to shatter Supre Magic Treasures such as the Sky-Opening Axe, the Heaven-Opening Chisel, and the legendary Chaos Green Lotus.
It was not a matter of rely overcoming other demon gods—the very forces of creation themselves exerted a pressure so imnse that even the most powerful treasures of Chaos would crumble under its might.
Gu Chuan had once fought against Pangu, so he knew full well the extent of the Chaos Green Lotus' near-invincible defense. Even a Chaos Demon God who had mastered 81 Dao would struggle to break through it.
Yet, despite its imnse durability, the Chaos Green Lotus had been shattered beneath the force of World-Creation Pressure. This was no ordinary force—it was the absolute authority of existence itself.
If creating a world were rely a matter of tearing open the void, then Pangu would not have perished.
However, to truly create the Prehistoric World was not rely to carve space from chaos. A dead world, a barren and lifeless expanse, was aningless. True world-creation required the infusion of vitality—the ability to ignite the fla of life itself.
Thus, opening the Prehistoric World was not as simple as raw power.
Controlling 108 Dao rely granted the prerequisite for such an endeavor.
But to create the Prehistoric World and ensure its eternal existence—that was a challenge of an entirely different realm.
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