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

Is it all over?

Kong Xuan let out a low question, his voice hoarse as if it had been ground by sand.

The colorful golden wings behind him trembled slightly.

That divine light that could once sweep away the sun, moon, and stars, and collect all magical treasures...

At this moment, however, it was as dim as dusty glass, with each feather petal stained with scorch marks from the chaotic energy.

Those were the marks left by the power of chaos during the battle with the alien overlord.

He turned his head, his amber eyes fixed on Yuan Feng beside him, a deep, intense resentment churning within them.

That resentment contained the sorrow of the impending extinction of the ancient lineage that had existed for billions of years.

There was resentment towards the foreign rulers who had usurped their power, and even more so, a hint of despair that he himself was unwilling to admit.

Not far away, high in the sky, the alien ruler stood with his hands behind his back.

He wore a black robe, the edges of which were embroidered with patterns of chaotic beasts, which fluttered in the fierce winds of this new world.

Each drift was accompanied by a sharp sound that seemed to tear through space.

He didn't even make any deliberate movements; with each breath, the laws governing the world would tremble.

The laws of wood in the east, metal in the west, fire in the south, water in the north, and earth in the center are all rearranged and combined around him.

In addition to these most basic rules.

There are even rarer laws of time.

Spatial laws.

The Law of Thunder, etc.

They all clung to him.

Every time he raises his eyes, the river of spiritual energy in the new world converges in his direction.

The spiritual energy was no longer the clear and bright energy of the primordial world, but rather a hazy gray energy carrying a chaotic aura.

Like turbid dragons, they coiled around his body.

Below are the surviving creatures from the primordial era.

Whether they were Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, disciples of the Jie Sect, remnants of the demon race, or descendants of the dragon race, they could all clearly sense it.

One's own destiny, cultivation level, and even the surrounding mountains, rivers, plants, sun, moon, and stars are all re-weaving order around that black-robed figure.

Some timid immortals even felt their own immortal bones trembling, as if they were about to be crushed by that invisible force in the next second.

This is not control; it's turning the entire new world into a plaything in his hands.

"To be able to achieve this level of skill..."

Kong Xuan stared at the giant dragon of spiritual energy coiled around the alien ruler, his tone filled with disbelief and urgency.

"It is clear that the original power of the newly born Heavenly Dao has been completely refined from the inside out."

He paused, then suddenly turned his head, his gaze like a sharp sword shooting towards Hongjun Daozu not far away.

His tone carried a hint of urgency, and even a subtle trace of doubt.

"But why? Why hasn't Dao Ancestor Hongjun made the slightest move?"

"Look at him—"

Yuan Feng followed Kong Xuan's gaze and saw Hongjun Daozu standing quietly on the clouds.

With white hair and beard, dressed in a simple Taoist robe, he exuded no imposing aura, appearing as if he were just an ordinary old Taoist priest.

His palm held the shattered Jade Disc of Creation.

There were about seven or eight fragments of the jade disc, the largest of which was no bigger than the palm of a hand, and the Heavenly Dao runes on each of them were dim and lifeless.

Like a withered leaf that has lost its soul, it trembled slightly in his palm, occasionally flashing a faint glow, but then quickly extinguishing.

This is the only remaining part of the Jade Disc of Creation.

This Dao Ancestor, who once merged with the Dao and looked down upon the primordial world for billions of years, now simply lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the fragment of the jade disc in his palm.

They seemed to ignore the "show of force" by the alien rulers not far away.

"Could it be that just because the Jade Disc of Creation shattered, he really lost all hope, and even the desire for this final battle was completely gone?"

Kong Xuan's voice grew softer and softer, and the despair in his eyes deepened.

—Hongjun Daozu is the last hope of the prehistoric world.

"It won't end like this."

A deep yet resounding voice broke the deathly silence in the room.

Yuan Feng stood quietly beside Kong Xuan, the crimson feathers on her phoenix crown moving without wind.

Each feather glows with a faint divine fire, a symbol of the phoenix clan's indomitable spirit.

Her crimson eyes swept over the terrestrial creatures around her, who were filled with fear and unease.

Some Golden Immortals shrank their necks, some demon cultivators trembled, and some dragon warriors gripped their bone knives tightly, yet could not hide the fear in their eyes.

Finally, her gaze fell on the back of the Three Pure Ones ahead.

The auspicious cloud between Yuanshi Tianzun's brows had long since dissipated, his usually meticulously styled hair was slightly disheveled, and his tightly furrowed brows were almost shaped like the Chinese character "川" (river).

The surface of the three-treasure jade ruyi in his hand shimmered with a layer of light, but it was slightly hot due to the owner's restless state of mind.

The Tongtian Sect Leader gripped the Zhuxian Sword Formation Diagram tightly, the phantom images of the four immortal swords on the diagram appearing and disappearing.

His killing intent surged like waves, an impulse to immediately unleash the Immortal Slaughtering Formation and fight the alien ruler to the death.

However, due to his concern for the opponent's power of Heaven, he has not yet made a move.

Only the Supreme Sage remained as calm and composed as ever.

The whisk hangs lightly in front of his abdomen, and the Tai Chi pattern on his Taoist robe flows slowly, each line containing the profound principle of "governing by non-action".

His expression was as calm as if the catastrophe before him was nothing more than an insignificant cloud of smoke, a fleeting dream.

“If it had truly come to the point where the outcome was already decided and there was no way to reverse it, the Great Pure Sage would never have acted in this way.”

A glimmer of light ignited in Yuan Feng's crimson phoenix eyes—a flame of hope.

"You and I both know that Taiqing is gentle, but in reality he is the most decisive."

"If he knew he was no match for them, he would have immediately led the disciples of the Three Pure Ones lineage to break through space with their last bit of strength and escape into the depths of the Chaos Sea."

"Or find a secluded little world and use the Tai Chi diagram to conceal the secrets of heaven."

"Let us preserve our traditions, conserve our strength, and wait for the change of the heavenly order before launching a counterattack."

She paused, her gaze sharpening as she swept over the calm profile of the Supreme Saint.

"But now, he neither flees nor fights, he just stands there quietly."

"This calmness is not resignation, but rather a sense of confidence. Perhaps he is waiting for a turning point."

"Transfer?"

Kong Xuan was stunned and followed Yuan Feng's gaze to look at the Sage Taiqing.

But no matter how he looked at it, he only saw a detached indifference.

Where is there any hope?

"The power of the Heavenly Dao has been taken away by the alien rulers, that brat Li Ziting..."

"They must have already perished, right?"

Yuan Feng did not answer, but simply shook her head slightly, turning her gaze back to Hongjun Daozu.

She always felt that the Creation Jade Disc in the palm of this Dao Ancestor, and the solemnity in his eyes, might both conceal unknown secrets.

Before he finished speaking, everyone's eyes involuntarily focused on Hongjun Daozu.

The Dao Ancestor finally slowly raised his eyes, no longer looking at the fragment of the jade disc in his palm, but gazing at the alien ruler above the nine heavens.

His eyes were extremely deep; those eyes, which had seen through the Three Realms and Six Paths and deduced the cause and effect of billions of years, showed no anger or anxiety.

There was only a bottomless, somber silence.

It was as if they were deducing some earth-shattering game concerning the survival of the universe, or as if they were weighing a difficult choice.

—Is it to abandon this world and preserve the foundation of the Great Dao?

Or should we gamble everything to fight for a future for the primordial world?

No one knows what Hongjun Daozu is thinking.

All that could be seen was the fragment of the Jade Disc of Creation in his palm, which trembled slightly.

This time, the runes on the fragment seemed to glow slightly.

Just then, the alien ruler in the distance suddenly let out a low shout!

"Om-!"

That low shout, like a divine decree, instantly spread throughout the entire new world.

The black robes surrounding the alien ruler instantly swelled, like an inflated balloon.

The power of the Heavenly Dao of the new world erupted from his body like a raging sea, and a gray spiritual dragon circled and roared around him.

Each roar made the laws of heaven and earth even more stable.

—That is his rule.

Above the sky, countless shimmering white chains of order materialized out of thin air.

It descended from the heavens like an inverted Milky Way, firmly locking the entire territory of the new world.

Chains intertwined, forming a vast net that captured mountains, rivers, the sun and moon, and the fate of all living things in the primordial world.

—This is a sign of final refinement, meaning that he has completely become the master of the new Heavenly Dao, meaning that the primordial world is truly about to perish.

The primordial creatures below let out a desperate sigh.

Some of the Golden Immortals closed their eyes, while some of the demons shed tears.

Some of the dragon warriors even slammed their bone knives into the ground, letting out angry roars of resentment.

But the next second, the alien ruler's expression suddenly changed!

The face that had been so proud of its control over the Heavenly Dao instantly turned from flushed red to ashen, and then to deathly gray.

He suddenly clutched his chest, letting out a suppressed groan.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror, as if he had seen the most incredible thing.

"Six-Eyed... has fallen?"

His whisper was soft, yet it exploded like thunder between heaven and earth.

—Those present were all immortals and gods, and even though they were thousands of miles apart, they could clearly hear every word.

Six-Eyed was his most capable subordinate, a primordial deity born from chaos.

It was also his trump card, sent to hunt down Li Ziting and seize the power of the newly born Heavenly Dao.

"wrong……"

The alien ruler suddenly looked up, a deeper doubt flashing in his eyes.

His divine sense frantically probed into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

That place originally housed a wisp of the Six-Eyed Divine Soul.

That was a backup plan he deliberately left behind just in case.

But at this moment, that wisp of divine soul was like paper being scorched by a raging fire, turning into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Soul..."

"The part of the Six-Eyed Man's soul that he entrusted to me has actually shattered on its own!"

"It was annihilation, the kind of annihilation that leaves no possibility of recovery whatsoever!"

The alien ruler's voice was cold. He could clearly sense that the wisp of divine soul was not destroyed by external force, but was completely annihilated from its very origin.

It was as if they had never existed.

You must understand that even if a deity or immortal falls from grace, as long as a wisp of their soul remains outside, it is still possible to attain enlightenment.

With sufficient power from the Heavenly Dao, they can always find an opportunity to reunite their souls and be reincarnated.

However, the six-eyed soul was completely annihilated right under the nose of this "new master of the Heavenly Dao," within his sea of ​​consciousness!

"A chain reaction of killings...it must be a chain reaction of killings!"

The alien ruler's voice trembled more and more as countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

"The only way to achieve this is for the Great Dao itself to use the power of 'Dao Punishment' to completely erase the soul imprint."

"Or... it's that a being possessing the power of the Heavenly Dao of this new world used its 'Heavenly Dao authority' to carry out the punishment of 'annihilation of both soul and spirit'!"