Loan Wusheng

The Milky Way stretches like a ribbon, while stardust remains desolate.

The pitch-black behemoth 'Chaos' roams the boundless void, its shape resembling a cloud hanging from the sky, and worlds are annihilated with the opening and closing of its scales.

Those shattered realms floating in the universe are remnants of realms that collapsed after the war of the Dao Lords ten thousand years ago, like the Caesar world, which have survived to this day by sheer luck.

Now, where chaos has passed, the remnants of the world are like dew meeting the sun.

Chaos roams between the Milky Way, like a deep abyss rift across the starry sky.

Normally, chaos is nothing more than a surging black mist, neither smoke nor shadow, which dims the stars wherever it passes, as if even the light is swallowed up.

As the fighting spirit surged, the boundless black mist suddenly collapsed and condensed, and a ten-thousand-foot-tall beast rose from the ground, covered in ferocious heavy armor as if cast from black iron.

The armor was covered with ancient and twisted patterns, like scars etched since the beginning of time.

At the beast's head, a pair of scarlet vertical pupils slowly opened, each gaze like a blood-red thunderbolt, cleaving through the void.

At that moment, He suddenly sensed something was amiss.

A terrifying aura, powerful enough to tear apart galaxies, is piercing through the void and hurtling toward Him.

That aura...

It pierced through the endless star field like a sharp sword, pointing directly to its origin!
Deep within the Milky Way, countless shards of crystal light suddenly burst forth, and dazzling starlight poured down like a celestial river, as a towering figure pierced through the void and arrived.

Zheng Jun's black robe billowed like night, and the star-like remains beneath his feet were reduced to dust.

With each step he took, the fading light of three thousand stars vanished beneath his feet, as if even time itself was being crushed by his footsteps.

"Fellow Daoist, you have been sleeping for countless ages, why bother to awaken and unleash another catastrophe?"

Zheng Jun lowered his gaze and spoke in a voice as clear as the law: "Why not simply return to silence and restore peace to all living beings?"

“If you return now, you can still attain the full fruit of your path.”

Zheng Jun's words spread like ripples in his chaotic consciousness, but failed to elicit the slightest response.

The beast's massive, sky-covering claws slightly rose, and black mist flowed from between them, annihilating even starlight wherever it passed, like an abyss that swallowed light, silently enveloping Zheng Jun.

The moment the black mist pressed in,
Suddenly, a sword rang out from Zheng Jun's sleeve, clear and melodious, like the roar of a dragon in the heavens, echoing through the starry sky.

A beam of azure sword light burst forth from his palm, like the first primordial light that cleaved through chaos at the beginning of creation. Wherever it passed, even the black mist that devoured everything was cleaved open, revealing a dazzling galaxy behind it!
"laugh!"

Amidst the sword's cry, all the remnants of the world's dead souls, crushed by chaos, manifested in the mist. They twisted and wailed, disintegrating inch by inch in the sword energy.

Each shattered phantom transformed into sparks that rose up, like an unyielding obsession, leaving a final, brilliant trace in the Milky Way before finally vanishing completely.

With the first exchange, the Chaos Beast Claw suddenly trembled violently, dark golden light burst forth from the center of the claw, and cracks opened up like shattered galaxies, with scorching blood gushing out like lava.

The splattered blood droplets expanded rapidly in the void, each drop transforming into a burning star, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through space, as it poured down towards where Zheng Jun was!

"The Flame of Annihilation?"

Zheng Junxuan's robe suddenly billowed, and the celestial constellations embroidered on it lit up one after another, as dazzling as an inverted Milky Way.

The Big Dipper constellation on his chest suddenly converged, transforming into a shield of starlight that swallowed up the cascading fireballs.

The burning star debris flowed across the shield, gradually condensing into seven crimson dragons. On each dragon's scale floated obscure and incomprehensible Daoist patterns.

"Roar--!!!"

The chaotic roar shook the galaxy; it was not a sound that living beings could make, but a lamentation that resonated with countless worlds at the moment of destruction.

His back heaved violently, and on each of his upright scales, the patterns that were older than heaven and earth awakened, twisting and rearranging, eventually transforming into a sky full of shimmering forbidden divine script, each character exuding a terrifying aura that dimmed the stars.

Zheng Jun's pupils suddenly contracted.

Those distorted innate divine runes were actually rewriting the laws of the universe: the river of time in the left star field was flowing backward, and the stars on the right were collapsing into primordial chaos.

This is no ordinary catastrophe of world destruction, but the 'Great Dao Returns to Ruins' that brings all paths to silence!
"town!"

As the sword slashed down, seven crimson dragons, carrying the opponent's Dao blood and unleashing a reverse Dao killing technique, roared and pounced on the spine of Chaos.

The dragon's body swelled in the wind, and forbidden Dao patterns of the same origin as chaos appeared on its scales, yet they concealed a deadly countermeasure.

Two forces powerful enough to destroy galaxies collided!
A cold glint flashed in Zheng Jun's eyes.

Instead of the expected earth-shattering explosion, the collision center collapsed into an absolutely silent, dark singularity.

The surface of the pitch-black sphere was shrouded in seven-colored lightning, while the scene of the primordial chaos constantly flashed within.

Just as it shrank to the size of a pinhead...

"boom!"

The entire Milky Way trembled.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the stars vanished without a trace, like pencil drawings erased by an eraser.

Only the center of the battlefield remained eerily calm, like the eye of a storm.

For the first time, the chaotic beast's ten-thousand-foot-tall body trembled with a tremor in its Dao foundation. Between the cracked scales on its left claw, the primordial chaos surged ceaselessly like the primordial tide.

That is the manifestation of the most primordial "nothingness".

Zheng Junxuan's robe disappeared inch by inch, revealing countless wounds on his exposed skin.

Deep within each crack, the cycle of birth and death of the universe is reflected, as if Zheng Jun himself has become a vessel that bears all worlds.

"I see."

Zheng Jun stroked the cracks in the Dragon Abyss Blade with his sword finger, and a Daoist charm more dazzling than the stars emanated from the cracks.

Zeng Jun's gaze at the origin of chaos was like that of a creator examining a flawed masterpiece: "You devoured all the heavens and myriad worlds, merely to complete this incomplete Primordial Calamity Pattern."

The Milky Way froze the moment Zheng Jun looked up.

Although Chaos is not good at speaking, His meaning is already very clear.

Previously, Zheng Jun had misunderstood everything.

After Zheng Jun refined the Heavenly Dao, he pierced through time and space and traced back to the past. He originally thought that it was the Lord of Luo Tian Dao, the Lord of Yan Fu Dao, and the Lord of Caesar Dao who angered the Chaos, thus triggering this immeasurable calamity.

Now, facing the origin of chaos head-on, we realize that this is not revenge, but an inevitable ritual for the restart of chaos.

The true intention of this chaos is to start a war.

He intends to plunge all the worlds between the stars into chaos, causing them to re-enter chaos and undergo a great reshuffle.

In this way, He can conceive within it, and when the time is ripe, reopen the chaos, making the whole world brand new. The significance of this is that the current state of chaos is problematic, and only through this calamity that sweeps across all the heavens can the perfect foundation of the Dao be rebuilt, completing the ultimate leap from 'chaos' to 'primordial beginning'.

As the Milky Way collapsed, the star chart on Zheng Junxuan's robe disintegrated.

Zheng Jun exhaled, and the Dragon Abyss Blade, which had once slain nine heavenly gods and demons, crumbled inch by inch in Zheng Jun's palm.

The dark gold blade peeled away like a bronze artifact weathered for thousands of years, revealing the flowing azure light veins within.

"Zheng——!"

With a clear, resonant sword cry that pierced through the past and future, the shattered blade fragments spontaneously reformed in the void.

Each fragment transformed into a sword bone entwined with Dao patterns. When the last fragment returned to its place, the entire ancient sword suddenly burst forth with azure divine light that caused all the stars in the heavens to tremble.

Countless starlight, like rivers flowing into the sea, surged wildly into the azure ancient sword reconstructed from the Dragon Abyss Blade.

The sword is drawn, and chaos recedes!

The once shattered sword now bursts forth with light from every crack, light powerful enough to annihilate eternity.

This was not a simple sword light, but a manifestation of the very essence of the Great Dao, a primordial radiance that even chaos trembled upon.

"Roar--!!!"

The chaotic giant claw, carrying the true meaning of nothingness, crashed down.

Before the claws even touched him, crystalline cracks had already appeared on Zheng Jun's left arm, proof that his very existence had been eroded by the concept of 'Return to Nothingness'.

but,
Zheng Jun's sword light was even faster than 'Chaos Descends'!
The azure sword blade slashed out in a fraction of a second, and wherever the blade passed, even the concept of 'nothingness' was cleaved in two.

This sword strike transcended the boundaries of time and space, slashing into the 'origin of existence' before the chaotic beast's claws even fell!
"Zheng——!"

The moment the azure sword rainbow pierced through the galaxy, it suddenly split into 36,000 dazzling streams of light.

Each sword beam reflected Zheng Jun's true image from different dimensions of time and space.

Some young men, their white robes stained with blood, defy the odds and slay Yuan Yi on the river; others, generals with fluttering banners, charge into enemy lines beneath the capital; still others, invincible Dharma bodies, suppress and kill those in the Golden Palace.

Zheng Jun traced his sword finger across his brow, and a transparent Dao Flame suddenly ignited around his body.

Wherever the flames passed, even the chaotic black mist was scorched. This fire was neither metal nor wood, but the final flame ignited by Zheng Jun himself as fuel!
Chaos retreated a million miles, its beast claws slashing through the void.

Countless souls from shattered realms were forcibly merged, forming a massive, sky-covering wall of bones.

But the moment the flames touched the shield wall, the dead souls revealed a relieved smile, turning into pure starlight to nourish the sword light!

Zheng Jun walked forward through the karmic fire that burned away all paths, each step leaving a burning mark on the void.

"If all realms are developing in harmony, why drag everyone down to the Chaos God Realm?"

The moment the sword pierced the vertical pupil of chaos, the entire Milky Way suddenly collapsed into a single point.

Starlight, dust, time and space, and even cause and effect themselves, all surged toward the tip of the sword like rivers flowing into the sea.

Chaos let out a mournful cry that tore through dimensions, its scales crumbled, revealing the surging primordial darkness within.

That is the end of all things, and the source of new life.

Let it be in silence.

Zheng Jun's Dao body began to dissipate, turning into specks of starlight and vanishing.

But the sword's edge grew ever brighter until the last wisp of Dao fire burned out.

"boom!"

The azure sword light transformed into a primordial torrent that spanned the ages, and the chaotic, ten-thousand-foot-tall beast body cracked inch by inch like glass.

The black mist that had devoured countless worlds was now being cleansed into dazzling stardust of creation.

Before being completely annihilated, the crimson vertical pupils of chaos suddenly reflected the final scene: the emperor in black robes stood in the void, with a vortex river of endless newly born stars behind him.

It turns out that this unprecedented massacre was actually Zheng Jun using himself as a catalyst to reverse this final calamity into the first ray of dawn in the primordial era.

As the Daoist principles flowed, a new cosmic era quietly began.

Zheng Jun's Dao body was ethereal and transparent, flickering like a candle in the wind, as if it would dissipate into the void at any moment.

Zheng Jun let out a long breath, his brows showing fatigue but also a hint of relief.

Although this battle was won, it consumed too much of the Heavenly Dao's essence, and even the Dao Body that bears all the Dao was on the verge of collapse.

Zheng Jun lowered his eyes to look at his palm, where a wisp of azure sword intent still flowed, the remnant Daoist charm left over from when he had just annihilated the chaos.

With a light touch of his fingertips, the sword intent dissipated like sparks, merging into the laws of the nascent universe.

"In the end... it was worth it."

Zheng Jun whispered, his voice as light as dust, yet it resonated faintly with the surrounding stars.

Zheng Jun looked up into the distance. The shattered Milky Way had been reshaped in the stardust of creation, and countless new realms were gradually lighting up in the darkness, like fireflies just beginning to ignite.

The obsessions of those lost souls once swallowed by chaos have now transformed into vital energy that nourishes all realms, flowing with the stars and rivers.

A wave of weakness washed over Zheng Jun, but he showed no sign of dejection.

Although this battle has eliminated a formidable enemy, the primordial power dissipated during the chaos's annihilation has also left him with a glimmer of hope. He only needs to seclude himself for ten thousand years to nurture his foundation with the essence of the Heavenly Dao, and he can return to his peak.

"Ten thousand years... but for the Dao Lord, it should be just a snap of the fingers."

Zheng Jun chuckled softly, his tattered black robe fluttering without wind as his figure gradually faded away, returning to the Three Realms.

Zheng Jun looked into the depths of the newly formed star river, where a faint chaotic aura floated like a wisp of smoke, seemingly there yet not there.

Chaos is an integral part of the Milky Way and cannot be eradicated. However, this time, it will take hundreds of thousands or even millions of years to revive.

Zheng Jun's gaze narrowed slightly, but he did not make another move.

"The flames of calamity have not yet been extinguished, and will eventually reignite... Enough, let it serve as a whetstone for future generations."

As the words fell, the starlight faded away.

Only the Milky Way flows silently.

Zheng Jun himself, however, returned to the path of cultivation. (End of Chapter)