bdsm-fiction Chapter 845 The Chaos Ancestor is Torn, Hongjun's Words Pierce the Heart!
Chapter 845 The Chaos Ancestor is Torn, Hongjun's Words Pierce the Heart!
Hongjun's words remained calm, yet they revealed a chilling indifference and cruelty.
"and……"
He changed the subject.
"Did you think I brought you here just so you could watch?"
"Seize the Great Dao of the Demon God, refine its origin, and the Heavenly Dao will take 70% of the benefits, while you will receive 30%."
"Thirty percent of the Chaos Demon God's essence is enough to restore you to your peak, or even... go further."
"At that time, you will no longer be a loser."
Bribery!
A blatant attempt to entice with money!
The heart of the Chaos Ancestor was pounding wildly.
Anger, resentment, humiliation, and... an irrepressible longing.
Back to peak condition?
Even further?
This was something he never dared to dream of!
Seeing the drastic changes in the expression of the Chaos Ancestor, Hongjun knew that he had wavered.
He said no more.
Facts are always more convincing than words.
next moment.
Hongjun slowly raised his hand.
His movements were slow, yet they seemed to stir the entire chaotic sea.
The boundless power of the Heavenly Dao gathered from the darkness and condensed into an extremely profound gray rune in his palm.
The runes were interwoven with order and law, filled with the meaning of judgment and purification of all "heretics".
"Do not……"
The Chaos Ancestor instinctively spoke, trying to stop him.
But, it's too late.
Hongjun spread his five fingers and pressed them down on the closest demon god corpse, which resembled a ten-thousand-winged divine dragon.
boom......
Vast swathes of divine light burst forth, pressing down upon the distant corpse of the demon god.
In an instant.
The demon god's corpse, which had been silent for countless epochs, suddenly trembled!
One after another, visible laws of the Great Dao, like golden chains, were forcibly pulled out of the corpse by the gray runes!
An ancient roar, filled with endless pain and resentment, transcended the boundaries of time and space, resounding within the primordial spirit of the Chaos Ancestor.
That was the final echo of this demon god!
That ancient and desperate roar did not cause any real ripples in the chaos, but it stirred up a monstrous wave in the primordial spirit sea of the Chaos Ancestor.
His body was trembling slightly and uncontrollably.
Not because of fear.
Rather, it was due to a complex emotion that was difficult to describe, a mixture of anger, sorrow, and other feelings.
Those golden chains of law were so dazzling.
Each chain represents a pure and ultimate Dao source, the ultimate goal that these chaotic demon gods have pursued for countless eras.
And now, it is being brutally and primitively ripped from the corpse of its own kind.
cruel.
This is the ultimate cruelty.
Hongjun ignored this and simply maintained that position. The light of the Heavenly Dao runes became increasingly intense, and the pulling force became stronger and stronger.
The corpse of the demon god, which resembled a ten-thousand-winged dragon, began to wither and fade at a visible rate.
The aura that remained on it, powerful enough to tear apart the world, was rapidly dissipating.
Instead, there were those dazzling chains of laws that had been seized.
"Did you see it?"
Hongjun's voice came through, still devoid of any emotion.
"That is power."
"A power rejected by the order of Heaven, which should have perished along with the chaos."
"Now, I have given it a chance to reappear in the world."
"It will become part of the Way of Heaven, part of the order."
The Chaos Ancestor clenched his teeth, his primordial spirit was in pain.
"This is blasphemy!"
He almost yelled.
"You're erasing the last trace of their existence!"
"trace?"
Hongjun seemed to find the word ridiculous.
"Fellow Daoist Chaos, the victor is king and the loser is villain."
What is the significance of the traces left by losers?
"Only the victors have the right to write everything."
"You...I...we are all losers."
loser.
These three words again.
These three words were like poisoned needles, piercing deep into the heart of the Chaos Ancestor.
Yes.
loser.
Having clung to life until now, watching the new generation rise up and even surpass themselves, isn't this a portrait of a loser?
The pride of the once-powerful Chaos God was shattered by Pangu's axe that split the heavens.
The remaining dignity has been eroded away over the long course of time, leaving very little behind.
Now, Hongjun has ruthlessly torn off this last fig leaf.
He looked at Hongjun, at that expressionless face.
That's not the face a living being should have.
That is the face of Heaven.
Indifferent, impartial, treating all things as straw dogs and their own kind as resources.
"If you and I join forces, you will no longer be a loser."
Hongjun's voice rang out again, filled with endless allure.
"The three-tenths of our resources are enough to completely bridge the gap between us."
"At that time, you and I will jointly control the great trend of the Heavenly Dao, and this primordial world will be our primordial world."
"As for that variable..."
Hongjun paused, revealing for the first time a faint trace of killing intent.
"In the face of absolute power, any variable will be crushed into dust."
The Chaos Ancestor's breathing became heavy.
He watched as the chains of law were being stretched out one after another, feeling the terrifying power contained within them that made even him tremble.
The anger is subsiding.
The resentment was boiling over.
Desire is growing wildly.
Why was Pangu able to win?
Why should we be reduced to mere bones, to losers?
Why is it that Hongjun can merge with the Dao and become the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, while I can only eke out a living in chaos?
unfair!
This is the greatest injustice!
Hongjun was right, the Chaos Era has ended.
So-called kinship is worthless in the face of reality.
strength!
Only strength is the eternal truth!
To return to peak condition... or even surpass it...
Once this thought arose, it could no longer be contained, spreading wildly through his primordial spirit and devouring his last shred of reason and so-called kinship.
He recalled the powerful force that Hongyun had encountered when he attained enlightenment, a force that felt unfamiliar to him and did not belong to the Heavenly Dao system.
He recalled Gu Changqing's unfathomable silhouette.
A strong sense of crisis and humiliation welled up in my heart.
It can't go on like this!
Absolutely not!
"it is good……"
A dry syllable was squeezed out of the throat of the Chaos Ancestor.
He himself did not realize that his voice had begun to tremble with barely suppressed madness.
"I...will cooperate with you!"
The moment those words were spoken, the Chaos Ancestor felt a sense of lightness throughout his body.
It was as if some heavy shackles had been completely shattered.
Within the Dao heart, there is no more struggle or contradiction, only the purest desire for power.
A change finally appeared on Hongjun's face.
That wasn't a laugh, but a calm acceptance of "it's only natural."
"Wise choice."
He didn't say anything more.
The Chaos Ancestor no longer hesitated.
He took a deep breath, suppressing all distracting thoughts, and raised his hand as well.