Chapter 482: Inferno of the Primordial Calamities

Mo City, Shandu.

Li Che’s mind converged as countless ink mists slowly gathered into his true form.

Remaining at the restaurant was the Painted Immortal Clone.

The Underworld Ghost Emperor, sitting in a completely spent state before the gate of Qitian Inner City, was also a Painted Immortal Clone—even if merely a clone, when paired with Li Che’s 【Chess Sage】 Dao Fruit and 【Painted Immortal】 Dao Fruit—

As soon as any powerful figure from the Pantheon of Qitian Inner City dared emerge, Li Che would immediately show them what a dying glow is! What true incineration really means!

The howling winds roared relentlessly, surging with violent force like icy gusts from the depths of the underworld, full of soul-piercing despair.

Time and space themselves seemed frozen within Mo City.

In Mo City, giant ink-black raindrops fell from the skies at breakneck speed, splattering on the ground and bursting into swirling mists!

A heavy stench of blood permeated the entire city as heaps of shattered flesh, broken bones, and splintered armor littered the ground.

These were the remnants of many powerful fighters, reduced to broken blood and flesh after Li Che’s massacre tonight.

Spiritual Confinement is not achieved from nothing. In the beginning, when the Pure Heart Dao Fruit was relatively feeble, one had to touch the corpse to perform it.

But as the Pure Heart Dao Fruit matured and its rank climbed, Spiritual Confinement could be executed at a distance—even a scrap of a broken corpse was enough.

Blood roiled and a bloody mist suffused the area…

The blood mist constantly shifted, at times taking the form of demonic souls or human faces—a chaotic blend of resentment, bitterness, and anger.

Li Che calmly surveyed the scene, unmoved by the turmoil; his anger was justified and his remorse natural after such an undignified end.

The warriors of the Pantheon in Bizarre Temple treated mortal cultivators with disdain; by sealing Qitian City’s gates, they intended to slaughter every cultivator inside and stain the city with blood to assert their rule.

“Cultivators who linger too long in Bizarre Temple gradually lose their humanity. Once they join the Pantheon, they show no pity for mortal cultivators—aloof, indifferent, and scornful,”

“It’s as if they no longer see themselves as human, believing they have ascended to divine beings devoid of emotion. They adopt this ruthless nature.”

Li Che shook his head lightly.

The deeper he delved, the more he sensed the vast divergence between the shrouded Bizarre Temple and the mortal realm—two worlds colliding.

Clearly, the mortal world was the weaker one, as if being slowly eroded by legend.

Thick blood mist churned and roiled while Li Che surveyed the scene with detached indifference.

The scattered bodies on the ground foretold a rich harvest of Spiritual Confinement—five Second Calamity Demon God Supremes had fallen within Bizarre Temple.

And even more First Calamity Demon Gods—over a dozen had perished by his hand, their remains claimed by him.

It was, without question, an unprecedented bounty!

That night, his rampage was absolute; he slashed with a ferocity that could only be described as total incineration. His Martial Immortal Golden Body shone brilliantly as he fought with every ounce of his might, showcasing the power of a true martial cultivator.

Relentless winds battered Mo City, Shandu, as swirling blood mists on corpses were tossed about and transformed with every gust.

Li Che closed his eyes briefly.

Thump, thump—the pounding of his heart resounded like clashing thunder, an unstoppable summer tempest!

In the next moment, Li Che sprang his eyes open in shock; his deep, mysterious gaze resembled two inky whirlpools ready to engulf everything.

Faced with bodies strewn with blood and flesh—including Second Calamity and First Calamity Demon Gods—Li Che regarded them all without exception.

Boom!

Li Che’s body surged upward suddenly; his robust frame exuded golden vitality like a dense fog erupting from his 36,000 pores, resembling golden serpents coiled around his perfect form!

His presence was imposing—both divine and demonic!

A low, otherworldly chant echoed through the cosmos!

The entire city of Mo City seemed to freeze in place!

“Soul—”

“Return!”

Spiritual Confinement… restored!

A deep, resonant voice, like that of an omnipotent being from the netherworld, opened eyes that commanded reincarnation, sending ripples that twisted time and space like blades slashing the heavens!

In an instant, as the words faded, icy chains resounded, stretching across heaven and earth as if to shatter the very fabric of space.

Above the piled corpses in Mo City, Shandu, the mass of blood and flesh suddenly collapsed into a massive, deep black hole—an abyss roaring and swirling without end!

It was as if it connected to another dead, icy world.

Chain after chain slithered out from the black void, dancing wildly through the expanse, as if binding scattered souls.

Dense black energy poured from the broken void, slowly outlining one figure after another.

The very void trembled, as if collapsing; a tremendous will emanated from the dark mist, chilling to the bone as if transmitted from the depths of the underworld.

Faintly, Li Che beheld a city gate bathed in bloody luminescence once more!

A colossal city gate stood there—vast and majestic, embedded in the netherworld. Icy winds howled, carrying with them the breath of forgotten eras as they battered the ancient walls, leaving mottled marks and red, dusty trails—a surreal, dreamlike vision.

Black chains hung like curtains from the walls, and amid their clamor, countless tiny figures scaled them—smaller than ants, climbing steadily upward.

In a burst, the scene shattered; Li Che’s penetrating gaze swept over the area as the oppressive darkness gradually lifted, revealing a glimmer of fiery gold in his eyes.

One by one, Spiritual Confinements materialized, slowly coalescing into real, tangible forms.

A dense, overwhelming aura raged and intertwined across Mo City, Shandu, as terrifying winds roiled.

Divine essence, vital energy, demonic aura—various forces churned in an unceasing turmoil.

Li Che stood still, his inked robe billowing as he gazed at the vanished ancient, profound, blood-stained city gate of the nether, pondering the cycle of reincarnation and the mysteries of the underworld.

Could it be that reincarnation truly existed in the nether?

But Li Che did not dwell on it for long; coming back to himself, his eyes scanned the myriad Spiritual Confinements before him.

Now, his Spiritual Confinements had multiplied and grown stronger. As his own strength increased, the foes he encountered became more formidable, and the Spiritual Confinements harvested from their deaths naturally surged in power.

That very night, in Qitian Outer City, he unleashed a bloodbath, wiping out countless Pantheon warriors within.

Now, these fallen beings had all become his Spiritual Confinements.

Yet Li Che knew that having too many Spiritual Confinements was pointless—

For the three Supremes invading Qitian Inner City, numbers were nothing more than a laughable convenience.

Thus, regarding this overwhelming harvest of Spiritual Confinement—

Li Che had long made his decision.

A quantitative change leads to a qualitative transformation. He needed to cultivate singularly powerful Spiritual Confinements rather than merely amass a multitude.

With a snap of his fingers, one Spiritual Confinement chess piece after another flew forth, swelling and distorting.

Silhouettes resembling Fang Han Shu, Gu Changqing, Gu Yinxuan, Xie Yunshen, and others emerged, each standing reverently in Mo City, Shandu.

Many Spiritual Confinements even assumed the form of Shandu’s citizens, emerging from the rebuilt structures of Mo City, their eyes filled with fervent devotion directed at Li Che.

“My Lord!”

Their voices thundered like rolling bolts, shattering the torrential rain that drummed over Mo City.

The Spiritual Confinements seemed to understand something; they eagerly glanced at the newly formed, steaming Spiritual Confinements just behind Li Che.

They practically drooled with anticipation.

Li Che’s gaze shifted to Fang Han Shu. After a moment’s thought, he entrusted the Spiritual Confinements of two Second Calamity Demon God Supremes to him, instructing him to devour and transform them in order to accelerate his breakthrough to Supreme.

After all, Fang Han Shu had inherited the patriarchal legacy of Qitian Temple’s Ancestral Patriarch. With the infusion of these two Spiritual Confinements, his progress would be greatly enhanced.

If the Underworld could produce another Supreme, their strength would be undeniably rock-solid.

For when a Supreme emerged from the Underworld, the mortal realm would be truly invincible.

After all, Fang Han Shu was a Spiritual Confinement—a warrior unafraid of death. Even if struck down by lightning, he could simply rise again as a true hero.

“Thank you, my Lord.”

Fang Han Shu’s eyes sparkled with determination. Indeed—after becoming Spiritual Confinements, his restraints lessened and his breakthroughs turned brutally direct.

Li Che then distributed the remaining Spiritual Confinements, assigning the extra Second Calamity Supremes to Gu Changqing and Gu Yinxuan—both of whom, as Poison Saint and Pill Saint, were his trusted lieutenants and essential resources for his future martial cultivation. They had to be nurtured properly.

Gu Yinxuan took away one Second Calamity, First Calamity realm Supreme; Gu Changqing did the same, both for the same purpose.

The remaining Spiritual Confinements were generously bestowed upon his other subordinates.

Roars, howls, and struggles—

The freshly revived Spiritual Confinements, all far from weak, had clear willpower. Even the fate of their rebirth drove them to insanity, causing them to struggle and rebel.

And Li Che relished their struggle and defiance; in dealing with them that way, he felt no trace of guilt.

As Spiritual Confinements devoured one another, they grew in strength simultaneously, though refining them also required time.

Yet there was no doubt—it was a grand, festive feast of carnage, a spectacular explosion of loyal Spiritual Confinements!

Li Che was gratified; the Pantheon pressed down on him greatly, and he needed his Spiritual Confinements to boost his forces so that one day the Underworld might stand against the true might of the Pantheon.

But the power of the Pantheon was indisputable.

Cultivators, honed over long mortal years, who stepped into Bizarre Temple and obtained divine resources, rapidly enhanced their power—all by joining one of the three major Pantheons.

The Pantheon was even mightier than Li Che had imagined.

If the Underworld wished to catch up to the Pantheon, it still had a long way to go.

Not to mention the top-tier deities within the Pantheon, or even those mortal cultivators who reached the extreme realms of the Three Calamity Demon God Supremes—they were already targets the Underworld could only dream of pursuing.

Boom! As the Spiritual Confinements began their feast, Li Che continued to consolidate his own strength.

A subtle stirring in his mind caused the Ten Fierce Ink Splatter Scroll behind him to unfurl.

Immediately, within the Spiritual Confinements, two demonic souls erupted skyward, roaring and struggling—

One belonged to a Second Calamity, First Calamity Demonic God, and the other to a Second Calamity, Third Calamity Xuan Eagle Demonic God!

Li Che tossed the Second Calamity, First Calamity Demonic God over to Fan Hai Jiuying.

Fan Hai Jiuying roared forth, his six heads flailing wildly as he opened his blood-stained maw to utterly devour the demonic soul of that Second Calamity, First Calamity Demonic God.

Originally, Li Che had intended to use the soul of the Xuan Eagle Demonic God to trigger the Third Fierce as depicted in the Ten Fierce Ink Splatter Scroll.

However…

The activation of the Third Fierce brought with it even more options.

The Dao Induction trembled softly, as if reminding him.

Since the Second Fierce Monster Force Zhu Huai had been established at the Second Calamity Demonic God realm, the Third Fierce could alternatively be activated using a mightier Third Calamity Demonic God Supreme!

Li Che furrowed his brows slightly.

A stirring in his heart—although the Dao Induction hinted he might directly use a Second Calamity Demonic God to trigger the Third Fierce, his pulse quickened with anticipation.

If the fully activated Ten Fierce formation came together, its power might exceed all expectations!

“Better few than many—”

Still, Li Che chose quality over quantity.

Thus, he fed that Second Calamity, Third Calamity Demonic God to Monster Force Zhu Huai, who had taken on the form of the Black Bull Demon God Supreme Supreme.

Fan Hai Jiuying had just devoured one Demonic God and was still in the refining stage, unable to consume another.

【Ten Fierce Ink Splatter Scroll: Fan Hai Jiuying (70%) / Monster Force Zhu Huai (60%)】

By devouring one Second Calamity, Third Calamity Demonic God, Monster Force Zhu Huai’s progress leapt directly to 60%. Li Che was curious—what transformation would occur once all aspects of the Ten Fierce reached 100%?

Boom! A stirring echoed in his mind.

Within his chest, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit pounded fiercely as streams of light interwove before his eyes.

【Dao Fruit: Dragon Elephant Vajra (1v7 70%)}

Perhaps recognizing the significance of tonight’s battle, the maturity of the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit increased by 10%.

It was indeed an abundant harvest!

A surge of enlightenment feedback flowed—Li Che had accumulated nearly 30% enlightenment on his Dao Fruits, ever waiting for the right moment.

Even his self-created martial art, Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant, still lingered at the Divine Seed Martial Arts level.

Li Che planned to find a way to elevate this martial art to the Celestial Seed level!

The enlightenment feedback from his Dao Fruits might indeed aid him.

But Li Che did not rush; to ascend to Celestial Seed Martial Arts, he needed to fuse another primordial calamity force.

The newly acquired Primordial Withered Branch and Primordial Wood Calamity power were integrated into the Bloodcry Divine Phoenix Life-and-Death Arrow, transforming the Divine Seed Martial Arts into Bloodcry Celestial Phoenix Withered Arrow, greatly enhancing his archery.

“Soon, the maturity of the 【Chess Sage】 Dao Fruit will reach 95%—just waiting for the opportunity.”

“And there’s the 【Thunder Magnetic Conduit】 Dao Fruit. It only requires one calamity—I might devise a plan to personally trigger a thunder calamity.”

“And then there’s the Wan Yao Di Dao Fruit—”

Li Che narrowed his eyes.

That night, two Demonic Gods fell by his hand, including a Second Calamity, Third Calamity Xuan Eagle Demonic God Supreme.

With the fall of the Xuan Eagle Demonic God, his demonic aura naturally returned entirely to Li Che.

Earlier, his Dao Fruits were absorbing demonic aura; now, they had fully consumed it.

A tremor ran through his mind.

Li Che felt a violent roar in his consciousness.

In his eyes, a fierce determination now shone.

“It’s done!”

In the next moment…

Li Che’s eyes flickered as the sound of celestial war drums reverberated from his chest, sending waves of force outward like surging tides.

Boom!

The reverberations of his roar, centered on him in the heart of Mo City, Shandu, spread wildly in every direction.

Li Che’s body trembled as streams of golden vital energy burst from his pores and torrential demonic aura erupted, mingling with his blood like a towering, terrifying beast dancing across Mo City, Shandu.

Demonic aura surged and twisted, ceaselessly morphing.

His blood flowed like tidal waves; his body turned crimson, and thick, iron-like muscle—resembling coiling dragons—spread across him.

Countless mists of demonic aura converged, forming what looked like pairs of demonic wings behind him!

Those wings spread wide, as if to cover the heavens with demonic might!

With every blink, the demonic aura dissipated like smoke.

【Dao Fruit: Wan Yao Di (lv7 0%)}

The Wan Yao Di Dao Fruit!

After absorbing the demonic aura of two Demonic Gods, it underwent an unprecedented transformation!

Dao Fruit…

The Fifth Transformation!

Life Calamity!

Divine Capital.

Second City.

The Imperial Watch Tower with its eight-cornered, double-eaved, dripping roof.

Ninth Floor Pavilion.

Vast and expansive, as if containing endless starry seas radiating brilliance and swirling galaxies.

The Grand Inspector sat atop the Xuan Turtle.

Starlight flickered, interweaving into mesmerizing patterns.

In the scene, the fading aura of the Underworld Ghost Emperor—like a dying flame—sat before Qitian Inner City, blocking the path of the powerful Pantheon warriors coming from Bizarre Temple.

He had sealed off all the formidable fighters from Bizarre Temple within Qitian Inner City, preventing even a single step outward.

The Grand Inspector released his calculating grip and shook his head slightly.

There was a trace of resignation in his expression.

“How could such a Martial Immortal possibly die so easily?”

“They burn as fiercely as they can—but who truly knows the limit?”

The Grand Inspector’s tone carried an unexpected lightness and even joy, perhaps pleased by the three trapped Supremes in Bizarre Temple.

It seemed only the Grand Inspector truly understood the conflict between the mortal world and Bizarre Temple.

“However, if the trapped Supremes are truly cornered, given Xuan Zhen’s temperament, he might speak with His Majesty to borrow the Ju Xian Flag.”

“With the Ju Xian Flag suppressing the void and shielding the will of heaven and earth, a Supreme breaking through Qitian Inner City—the Underworld Ghost Emperor—would be extremely dangerous.”

The Grand Inspector shook his head.

“Enough; the issues of Qitian City are minor. For now, the Pantheon’s main focus remains on the Bizarre Temple of the Eight-Armed Yulian Furious Third Prince.”

“The Third Prince is entirely unlike Qitian—Qitian may be reasonable, but the Third Prince is downright rebellious! Besides, his resurrection is deeply linked with XiXi.”

“The Third Prince set now only lacks the Xuan Lei Vajra Qiankun Ring.”

“This Divine Weapon is housed on Dragon Island of the Four Seas Dragon Clan—”

“The Pantheon… they truly leave no stone unturned.”

Buzzing, demonic aura swirled like chains coiling around his heart.

Li Che opened his eyes as golden light gathered before him, forming prompt messages. Though stirred, he wasn’t overly surprised.

After all, he had long suspected that tonight’s battle—slaying demonic gods and absorbing their aura—might trigger the transformation of the 【Wan Yao Di】 Dao Fruit.

Boom! His heart pounded mightily while fierce winds lashed through Mo City, Shandu, churning up cascades of inky raindrops.

Countless strands of demonic aura, like threads, coiled around him. Li Che felt his Martial Immortal Golden Body entwining with the demonic aura, sparking a reaction that heralded transformation.

His flesh felt reinforced—like it had been hammered clean through countless strikes, as the demonic aura fused into his very being, revolutionizing its nature.

It was as if the demonic aura, like a mist, wove bizarre patterns on his golden flesh—a sight as eerie as it was mesmerizing.

Boom! A stirring in his mind; countless strands of demonic aura seemed to shape themselves into the form of a dragon elephant.

His previously vague notion of the dragon elephant form solidified completely in that moment.

It turned out that the dragon elephant could also be demonic!

Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant—it appeared to have reached an entirely new breakthrough!

Boom!

Like a massive stone thrown into a lake, ripples spread outward in concentric circles.

The sounds of wind, rain, and tumbling stones faded away, leaving only the furious beating of his Dao Fruit.

A tremendous absorbing force burst forth, pulling Li Che into Dao Tree Space, where he beheld the enormous 【Wan Yao Di】 Dao Fruit, radiating an intense demonic aura.

Soon, the scene before him twisted and transformed, revealing a terrifying being with demonic aura soaring, its wings unfurled as if it were streaking past countless colossal stars!

It streaked across the cosmic sky like a fleeting comet!

That terrifying, monumental figure, larger than any star, loomed over a nearly collapsing celestial body, its eyes opening and closing as if piercing through time and space.

The vision shattered.

Li Che’s consciousness receded, as if he were leaving the vast world—no longer even glimpsing the Dao Tree.

He exhaled a long, deep breath; memories stirred as his face twitched with a trace of exhilaration…

“Can a demonic immortal one day span the cosmos…”

“In the future, will one ever grow to that extent?”

“Could they one day traverse the endless starry paths, treading upon that fabled star?”

Li Che’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Countless strands of demonic aura seemed to come alive, coalescing into chains that viciously sank into his body.

It was as if they intended to refine his every organ, bone, and cell!

At that moment, his Martial Immortal Golden Body resounded—from his skin, blood, orifices, meridians, bones, and marrow—

Every part of his flesh underwent a transformation, reacting in kind to the demonic aura.

Boom! A surge of heat and energy roared forth.

In Mo City, as torrents of rain cascaded, Li Che inhaled deeply—like a giant demon—clenching his fists. Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant manifested vividly, their demonic forms imbued with a will of their own.

His flesh grew ever more robust, as if polished clean by countless blows, the demonic aura merging with his very substance.

A swirling, misty barrage of demonic aura roiled and surged.

Under the torrential rain in Mo City, Li Che continued to breathe deeply; his grip tightened as Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant seemed to spring to life with an uncanny vitality.

His body exuded terrifying strength, as currents of energy tore around him, his hair whipping and a thunderous roar erupting!

His back muscles, firm and perfectly shaped like demonic wings, epitomized sheer power!

Before him, demonic aura condensed and intertwined.

【Dao Fruit: lv7 Five Transformations, Dao Induction (Yin-Yang Demon Blade) Ascension, Dao Calamity (Primordial Demon Golden Scale)】

A piercing shriek shattered the silence!

A sharp cry exploded, as if a peerless demon had awakened, emitting a mournful, fierce roar!

Golden light burst forth, intertwining into a cascading prompt.

Li Che’s eyes narrowed—the emergence of new calamity power!

Primordial Golden Calamity?!

A violent buzzing roiled in his mind, exploding in an uncontrollable clamor!

Gold, Fire, Water, Wind, Wood—aside from the Primordial Wind Calamity, four of the five elements were present!

So, what of the other Primordial Dao Calamities?

Li Che’s curiosity surged—how many types of Primordial Dao Calamities were there?

There had to be a limited number; perhaps once the Dao Fruit transformed through five stages and awakened the Dao Calamity, similar forms would appear.

Li Che raised his hand, sensing that on his invincible Martial Immortal Golden Body, golden scales were faintly emerging, etched like distinctive patterns!

They appeared as formidable armor!

【Dao Calamity (Primordial Demon Golden Scale): Inducing Dao, Forming Calamity, Original Golden Calamity, Demonic Immortal Chaotic Stars】

The truth of Dao Calamity was revealed before him.

The Fifth type of Primordial Dao Calamity!

Li Che fell silent, deeply contemplating the Original Golden Calamity and Demonic Immortal Chaotic Stars.

What is the essence of Golden Calamity power?

Li Che found himself at a loss for answers.

A stirring ran through his mind.

He activated Dao Calamity!

A resplendent, triumphant hum erupted—as if time and stars shifted—and everything around him began to change as he was dragged into Dao Calamity Space.

As always, decay, destruction, and an icy void reigned supreme; the exposed stones and grotesque, bare surfaces of dead stars testified to a world bereft of life.

Primordial Golden Calamity—

Exploded!

Pfft, pfft, pfft…

Li Che suddenly felt as if dragon-scale-like plates were sprouting from his body, shimmering in brilliant gold!

His Martial Immortal Golden Body responded with clanging echoes; the golden scales on his flesh seemed alive, radiating razor-sharp brilliance as shockwaves erupted, as if capable of shattering anything!

Pfft!

Li Che’s arm burst apart in an instant, shattered by the destructive force emanating from the golden scales!

Golden Calamity—unbreakable!

It was unstoppable!

Even his current Martial Immortal Golden Body, in the face of this penetrating calamity force, felt as fragile as paper!

Yet Li Che was no beginner in traversing Dao Calamity Space.

The first time he entered, he was instantly incinerated by Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame.

Now, Li Che managed to endure for a time.

Golden scales continued to sprout from his skin, their shocking force and fierce impact battering him relentlessly.

Piercing, shaking, shattering—unstoppably destructive!

That was the indelible impression left by Primordial Golden Calamity on Li Che.

His Martial Immortal Golden Body became riddled with tiny holes from the shockwaves, from which numerous beams of light burst forth.

At last, his Martial Immortal Golden Body reached its limit and exploded in a resounding burst!

Li Che opened his eyes, only to find that he had not left Dao Calamity Space.

His spirit seemed to hover in that space, as if journeying out of his body, watching himself from a third-person perspective.

He saw his shattered flesh reform, coalescing once more as he sat cross-legged, suspended in mid-air.

A look of astonishment flashed in Li Che’s eyes.

Amid the ceaseless flow of light in Dao Calamity Space, the power of Dao Calamity surged forth.

It was an awe-inspiring display of the combined powers of Purple Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame, Blue Primordial Void Slash, White Primordial Purification Flow, Green Primordial Withered Branch, and Golden Primordial Demon Golden Scale!

The five Dao Calamity forces swirled together—a burst of flame, a gust of wind, a cascade of water, a branching power, and gleaming scales!

Their collision evoked an almost celestial brilliance, as if rosy clouds were rising in a transcendental display!

Li Che, his soul soaring, observed as a grinding, wheel-like vortex of calamitous power formed behind him.

Though the wheel was still missing several hues,

Li Che’s eyes narrowed and his heart surged with overwhelming fervor!

Because he recognized it—

This was—

The Disaster Calamity Wheel!

Then, an understanding welled up within him.

Golden light intertwined as if conveying ancient truths through a hazy vision.

Li Che strained his gaze, trying to decipher the hidden message.

At last, he discerned the true words:

【Heaven and Earth Primordial Chaos: Primordial Nine Calamities】

Li Che stared intently, absorbing the cosmic message.

He was overwhelmed by the merging ancient divine power with the present calamities.

A surge of chaotic energy roared in the distance as the cosmos trembled.

In that moment, destiny and ancient power converged into an unyielding force.

The cosmic truth, now revealed, resonated within him.

Li Che accepted the inevitable transformation with a resolute heart.

【Heaven and Earth Primordial Chaos: Primordial Nine Calamities】