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Chapter 658 The War of Creation

That was not simply the aftermath of a battle.

The ultimate, also known as the inner universe, contains the rudiments of a universe within itself, only its size differs from that of the outside world.

The battle between the ultimate powerhouses, even in mere collision, releases an aftershock of energy exceeding that of a supernova explosion.

In the primordial continent, from the humblest plant spirits to human infants still in swaddling clothes, to those saints who claim to know the secrets of heaven and look down upon all living beings, and even to ancient beings hidden deep in the low dimensions, whose names have been forgotten by time...

At this moment, all living beings, regardless of strength or dimension, felt an indescribable tremor originating from beyond existence.

Their souls were trembling, their spirits were wailing.

This is a fear that originates from the deepest part of life, as if the entire multiverse, the ark that carries all things, is sailing in the eye of a storm powerful enough to tear it to pieces.

Some innate demon gods who had survived since the end of the Primordial Chaos era trembled all over as they recalled those long-buried, unbearable, and terrifying memories.

The final battle for HarmonyOS!

That battle was merely a siege by these innate demon gods against the only ultimate being in the "world".

A single ultimate counterattack shattered the once-glorious Hongmeng era, leaving even the seemingly indestructible outer shell of the multiverse riddled with cracks.

It was precisely because of those cracks that the wisps of nothingness from beyond the multiverse intruded, mixing with the resentment of the defeated demon god, the broken laws, and the distorted origins, ultimately giving birth to terrifying things called "Twilight" and "Hidden Existence".

The world was forced to create a new world, one reason being to suppress the remaining innate demon gods, and more importantly, to banish all those terrifying derivatives to lower dimensions.

It was precisely because of this great feat that the world itself was severely damaged, and after the end of the Hongmeng Era, it completely broke down into three parts.

Such consequences were caused by just one ultimate being.

And now... on that unseen battlefield, there are still several people engaged in a fierce battle to the death?

Isn't this the prelude to the destruction of the multiverse?
Above the sky, the gap torn open by the self-destruction of the two emperors is now being expanded by an even more violent force.

Thunder roared like dragons and snakes, silver, green, yellow, and cyan—each color representing the rampage and wailing of a primordial law. Furthermore, indescribable black and gray auras seeped from it, like the pus and blood of the universe; wherever they passed, space collapsed in patches, and time was haphazardly plucked like disordered strings.

This is the world groaning, a harbinger of the destruction of diversity.

"We can't go on like this..."

In the center of the battlefield, Wu Ming looked up at the apocalyptic scene, his eyes filled with extreme solemnity.

He knew better than anyone what would happen if the "outer shell" of the multiverse were to break down on a large scale again.

The tragedy of the Hongmeng era will be repeated.

Those "things" that linger outside of diversity and are aggregated from negative concepts such as chaos, distortion, and termination will swarm in like sharks smelling blood.

At that point, things will get really interesting.

He took a deep breath, no longer hesitating. The Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda hanging overhead shone brightly, and the thick and boundless Xuanhuang Qi no longer condensed into the shape of mountains, but transformed into billions of soft ribbons, spreading towards the entire prehistoric continent and even more distant times and spaces.

Use this supreme treasure, the first merit of creation, to forcibly quell the riotous laws and mend the shattered spacetime!
At the same time, Wu Ming pressed his other hand down onto the ground below, and countless roars, some violent, some frenzied, and some deathly silent, came from the low-dimensional crack he had torn open.

"In my name, I hereby command you to garrison!"

The next moment, he forcibly "invited" one after another innate demon gods of different shapes and terrifying auras from the lower dimensions.

They were not there to fight, but rather, following Wu Ming's will, they became temporary "anchor points," scattered across various key nodes in the multiverse, using their innate power to share the burden and stabilize this collapsing spacetime. Under these dual measures, the tremors of the primordial continent finally showed signs of being contained.

But on that battlefield in a higher dimension.

Zhang Qi fought against four opponents, and instead of being at a disadvantage, he gained absolute initiative.

His every move contained a charm that transcended "law" and "reason," as if he himself were a higher rule.

Although the Three Pure Ones of the previous era attained ultimate status, they were ultimately the ultimate beings of the previous era.

Every time they made a move, it was like swimming against the tide of the entire world. Not only was their power greatly reduced, but their own existence was also being rapidly eroded by the diverse laws of this world.

Combining the power of these three elements, it can barely be considered a complete ultimate form.

The situation with the "snake" is slightly better.

Through countless cycles of reincarnation and harvesting, its accumulated size has reached an unbelievable level.

In addition, the parasitic relationship with the Heavenly Dao is enough to offset the Heavenly Dao's rejection to a certain extent.

Even so, Zhang Qi's power still far exceeded its comprehension.

"Impossible! How could such a life form have been born in this multiverse!"

The will of the "serpent" manifested as a roar that shook the entire realm of "nothingness".

Its enormous serpentine eyes stared intently at the giant of light, filled with uncontrollable horror and madness.

Every force has its source.

In its scheme, everything in this era has already been seen through. Except for Wu Ming, the biggest variable, all life should be on its chessboard, and all possible powerful beings are within its expectations.

It once thought that Zhang Qi was an accomplice whom Wu Ming had forcibly pulled back from a distant future timeline by using his transcendent ability.

But the other party's repeated actions completely shattered its understanding.

Especially now, it has revealed all its trump cards, summoning the Three Pure Ones from the previous era, yet Zhang Qi's power remains as boundless as the deep sky, with no end in sight.

For the first time, a feeling called "fear" surfaced in the heart of the "snake".

It and the Three Pure Ones were ultimately beings from the previous era. In this "foreign land," every time they used a power beyond their limits, it would provoke an even more intense rejection and correction from the Heavenly Dao of this world.

Time is not on their side.

If this continues, they will be like giant whales washed ashore. No matter how large they were, they will eventually suffocate and die in unfamiliar environments because they cannot breathe.

With their strength diminished, only one outcome awaits them...

Thinking of this, a resolute madness flashed in the "snake's" venomous will.

Since it's impossible to defeat your opponent on the chessboard...

Then let's smash the entire chessboard, along with the pieces and the player, to pieces!
The next moment, it abruptly changed direction, no longer aiming at Zhang Qi, but instead blasting downwards at the sphere representing the infinite multiverse...

(End of this chapter)