Fengshen: I, Nezha, don’t need a system

The primordial chaos formed by the Tai Chi diagram has long lost its initial clarity.

The originally flowing Yin and Yang energies were now shattered by an even more powerful chaotic energy.

The chaotic air currents were not the usual gray-white, but had dark golden patterns, each strand like a steel needle forged from millennia-old black iron.

As it rustles through the void, it can even leave fine scratches on the spatial barrier.

This is the result of the power leaking out when the Six-Eyed Demon God fully activated the Chaos Origin.

But even this fierce, chaotic energy, upon touching the area three feet around Li Ziting...

Suddenly, all its vigor was lost.

It sizzled and exploded like boiling oil meeting water, turning into countless tiny specks of light.

It was then enveloped by the jet-black electricity emanating from the lines of Li Ziting's skin, instantly collapsing into a black dot smaller than a mustard seed, and then vanishing with a "pop".

Not even a trace of aftershock remained; only a faint smell of burning lingered in the void—the scent of space scorched by lightning.

The six-eyed demon god stood frozen in place, its six thick demonic arms, covered in dark purple scales, trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Pale golden blood seeped from between the scales, meandering down the grooves of the muscles.

The droplet fell into the chaotic airflow, but instead of dissolving, it was enveloped by the malevolent energy within the airflow and shot back toward his own chest.

This was a sight he had never seen before, and even his own blood was rejecting him.

The figure ahead exuded an aura that transcended the boundaries of "living beings" and "the Way of Heaven," becoming the sole rule in this space.

His six vertical pupils were now fully open, and the gray-black light patterns unique to the Devouring Law pulsed within his irises.

Those light patterns had devoured the origins of countless worlds and torn apart the souls of several saints.

But at this moment, the light patterns were flickering and dimming, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

The scene from just now was still clearly imprinted deep within the soul of the Six-Eyed Demon God.

He was just a moment away from success.

The fingertips, imbued with the power of chaos, had already touched the warm lightning on the surface of the heart of thunder.

The lightning wasn't scorching hot, but rather carried a gentle warmth, like spring water.

Beneath its gentle warmth lay the newly born Heavenly Dao essence that made his very soul boil.

Thunder's heart beat slowly in his palm, "thump, thump," each pulse like a tapping on his soul.

The frequency of that pulsation contains the profound truth of the operation of the Heavenly Dao in the new world.

It was as if if he exerted just a little more force, he could pull the heart, along with its primal power, into his demonic body.

To completely break free from the shackles of sainthood and step into a higher realm.

But just as their fingertips touched their hearts, a sudden change occurred.

The Heart of Thunder suddenly erupted with blinding black lightning.

The light was not the dazzling brilliance of ordinary thunder, but rather like the condensation of the deepest night, carrying an aura of annihilation that could "destroy anything and break any law".

The moment the lightning exploded, the Six-Eyed Demon God felt an irresistible force slam into his chest.

The force was not a blunt impact, but rather like countless lightning rods as thin as hair.

They burrowed into his meridians, bones, and even the depths of his soul, following the gaps in his scales.

He subconsciously pushed the Devouring Law to its limit, and layers of gray-black light curtains appeared on the surface of his body.

The light screen was filled with the runes of "All Things Return to Nothingness," which was the original form of his Devouring Law.

It once swallowed a small world into nothingness in an instant.

But this time, his prized Devouring Law failed him.

The pitch-black lightning ignored the devouring light barrier and pierced through it like a hot knife through butter, exploding a bloody hole the size of a bowl in his chest.

Dark purple scales, stained with blood, flew about, tracing eerie arcs in the air.

Deep inside the blasted wound, one could clearly see that his bones had been charred black by the lightning and fire, and even his marrow was sizzling and emitting blue smoke.

The Six-Eyed Demon God grunted and staggered back three steps.

Each step shattered the chaotic ice crystals that had formed beneath their feet.

His six pupils were fixed on the boy in front of him, his eyes filled not only with ferocious killing intent, but also with a deep-seated fear.

—It is a surrender that originates from the soul, a humility that dares not even give rise to the thought of resistance when faced with absolute power.

The Li Ziting before him was no longer the same person he had been half an hour ago.

The boy's bare upper body had smooth lines that were full of explosive power.

His bronze skin shimmered with a faint glow of lightning against the backdrop of the chaotic air currents.

Those dark, lightning-like patterns covering his cheeks, neck, and arms.

No longer a static pattern, but like a living snake, it slowly wriggles along the meridians.

The electrical current overflowing from the edges of the pattern is not chaotic, but flows along the trajectory of "the way of heaven".

Each time it flows, it leaves a distorted trace in the air.

It wasn't a simple spatial fold, but rather the mark of space being directly "melted" by fire.

The light around the mark refracted strangely, making Li Ziting's figure appear somewhat unreal against the chaotic background.

It was as if he could merge into nothingness at any moment, and at any moment condense his true form from nothingness.

The two short guns he held in his left and right hands had also changed their appearance.

The gun body was no longer the previous energy spear, but was instead covered with fine lightning patterns.

The lightning patterns echoed the lines on his skin, like two interconnected lightning arrays.

The tip of the gun gleamed with a dark luster reminiscent of thunder, with a wisp of electricity suspended at its tip.

Even the slightest tremor caused the surrounding chaotic air currents to instinctively retreat three feet.

The "Nirvana Heavenly Dao" power contained within that electricity was enough to make even the origin of chaos feel fear.

It was as if touching even the slightest bit would result in being completely incinerated into nothingness.

What's most unsettling is the area around his chest.

There were no wounds there, only a patch of undulating lightning patterns.

At the center of the lightning pattern, a heart formed from pure black lightning was slowly beating.

The outline of the heart is no different from that of a human heart, but countless tiny runes flow on its surface. These runes are the Daoist imprints of the "New Heavenly Dao".

Each "thump-thump" pulse seems to set the tone for this primordial space.

Even the Yin-Yang energy emanating from the Tai Chi diagram itself trembled slightly in rhythm with this pulse.

They even began to converge towards the heart of thunder, as if they wanted to offer their own power to this newly born ruler of the Heavenly Dao.

"You bastard... don't get too out of line!"

The Six-Eyed Demon God's voice squeezed out from deep in his throat, no longer the previous roar, but with a slight, imperceptible tremor.

He attempted to mobilize the chaotic power within his body, hoping to condense a long blade powerful enough to tear through space.

But as soon as he activated it, he discovered that the power of the laws around him was violently fluctuating.

—It's not that it's targeting him, but rather that it's "rejecting" him.

The spatial laws, the five elements laws, and even the devouring law that he relied on for survival all seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and desperately retreated in all directions.

He was isolated in a vacuum where there were no laws.

His devouring power reached out, but only touched nothingness.

The chaotic energy that he could normally devour at will was now blocked from his perception by an invisible barrier.

It was as if they had been banished to another dimension, unable to detect even a trace of their presence.

"How could this be... This is impossible!"

The six pupils of the Six-Eyed Demon God suddenly contracted, and the gray-black light patterns deep within the pupils almost shattered.

Deep within his soul, a memory sealed for millions of years suddenly surged forth.

That was the scene when he first met the alien ruler.

In order to subdue him, that venerable one once unleashed his full power in the center of the Chaos Sea.

At that time, he was also "unable to detect the other person's presence".

It wasn't that the other party was hiding their presence, but rather that the other party's existence had exceeded the limits of his perception.

Just as an ant can never perceive the vastness of the sky, just as a drop of water can never comprehend the depth of the ocean.

He could only feel the overwhelming pressure that prevented him from even having the thought of resisting.

They could only obediently prostrate themselves on the ground, allowing the other party to imprint their souls with the mark of slavery.

But the boy in front of him was someone who was on the same level as him just moments before!

Half an hour ago, Li Ziting was still struggling to hold on.

But it was only for a moment.

But the moment he reached out and touched the Heart of Thunder, everything changed.

The boy before them suddenly changed his aura from detectable to undetectable.

That kind of leap is not an accumulation of quantity, but a qualitative transformation.

Just like the realm division of primordial beings, he is now like an ant stuck below the aura.

But Li Ziting, right under his nose, completed his leap in social class!

That's a world of difference, an insurmountable chasm.

The Six-Eyed Demon God stared intently at the thunderous heart beating in Li Ziting's chest.

Six eyes were filled with disbelief and crimson, and six demonic arms were clenched tightly.

"You...you have completely devoured the remaining power of the newly born Heavenly Dao?"

His voice was as dry as sandpaper rubbing against wood, and only this one possibility was in his mind.

If he hadn't been completely devoured, this Li Ziting, the embodiment of the Primordial Heavenly Dao...

How could a transformation happen in an instant?

Did he directly transcend social class and leave him far behind?

If he hadn't devoured the power of the newly born Heavenly Dao, how could he have manipulated the rules of the world to completely disable his Devouring Law?

Li Ziting slowly raised his eyelids, his indifferent gaze falling on the Six-Eyed Demon God.

He showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever, as if he were looking at an eyesore of an ant.

It's like looking at an insignificant speck of dust.

His eyelashes were long, casting a soft shadow beneath his eyelids.

In the shadows, dark lightning patterns flickered faintly, rising and falling gently with his breath.

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

There was no mockery, no murderous intent in that arc, only an indifference that looked down upon all living beings.

The sound is no longer the human voice.

Instead, it carried a kind of rule-like, empty, and cold echo.

With each word spoken, the surrounding chaotic air currents became even more stagnant, as if time itself slowed down at that moment.

"Devour? That's laughable!"

He raised his right hand, and dark lightning gathered in his palm, forming a lightning thread that originated from the same source as his heart in his chest.

The lace slowly twisted in the air, drawing a perfect arc.

That arc is the trajectory of the operation of the Heavenly Dao, containing the profound truth of "birth and death, withering and flourishing, and reincarnation".

He looked at the lace in his palm, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at his own fingertips.

"That's not devouring; it's just giving up the original body and taking back what belongs to you."

"Something that belongs to me?"

The six-eyed demon god's soul trembled violently, and his six demonic arms suddenly spread out.

The chaotic energy around him surged again, but it still couldn't break through that invisible barrier.