For the first time since his birth, Gu Chuan felt truly indestructible.
The Chaos Orb had fused into every coil of his colossal serpent body, thickening his flesh, hardening his scales, and suffusing his blood with primordial law. His very presence radiated the weight of eternity. Ordinary Magic Treasures would now shatter like glass against him.
But the greatest gift was not raw strength. It was instinct. Whenever he willed it—no, even when he did not—a thin veil of chaotic brilliance shimmered across his body. A barrier. A defense born from the law of space-time itself. The Chaos Barrier. Though it appeared fragile, it carried the same defense as a thirty-sixth-rank chaotic lotus. No strike could penetrate it; no soul could infiltrate it. It was protection absolute.
Gu Chuan's eyes gleamed. With this, even the oldest Demon Gods will think twice before touching me.
Yet the Chaos Orb did not stop there. Its power extended outward, bending the world around him to his will. With but a thought, the serpent summoned a domain—a prison of distorted time and suffocating law. Within this vast Chaos Realm, all movement slowed, strength was shackled, and even the void itself seemed to freeze.
He tested it, and the tides of Chaos shuddered. For hundreds of millions of kilometers, silence reigned, as though existence itself had paused. Gu Chuan's scales rippled with satisfaction. Fight or flee, it no longer matters. In this realm, I am inevitable.
Then came the predators.
A tide of shapes surged from the void—Chaos Shark Demons, their colossal bodies bristling with scales blacker than night, teeth sharp enough to shear through mountains. Their arrival churned the mists like blood in water.
"Roar!" The sea of predators descended without hesitation.
Gu Chuan's laughter was cold. A thought flickered—Chaos Realm unfolded. Suddenly, the demons thrashed in terror, their movements slowed to a crawl, trapped as though bound in chains of time itself.
He struck once.
Fifty million kilometers of serpent tail swept through the void like a falling world. The imprisoned demons had no chance to dodge, no time even to comprehend their doom. The impact tore the air apart, birthing a mushroom cloud that expanded across a million horizons.
When silence returned, thousands of shark demons were nothing but drifting meat and shattered scales.
"Too fragile," Gu Chuan muttered, a hint of disappointment in his tone. He had wanted battle—what he got was slaughter.
Still, he wasted nothing. The serpent opened his maw, swallowing the carnage whole. The taste was rich, almost divine—sweet flesh, laced with fragments of law. Energy flooded his veins, swelling his coils until his body doubled, stretching to a hundred million kilometers. His cultivation surged, pressing against the Mysterious Immortal Realm.
This was the feast of Demon Gods—the strongest devoured, and the devourer grew without limit.
As the last shred of shark demon essence dissolved into his blood, Gu Chuan froze. His Divine Sense ignited, and from the depths of Chaos poured torrents of ancient knowledge. Characters of light—primal, unshaped, eternal—burned into his mind.
The Divine Script of Chaos. The true language of Demon Gods.
Gu Chuan's serpent eyes narrowed, cold and bright. The Orb had given him power. The feast had given him growth. But this—this was something else entirely.
This was the first key to transcending eternity.