Crossing the World of Warcraft: I am an Ancient God

Without the slightest hesitation, Aggramar's holy sword, imbued with the fire of order that purifies all things, slashed down upon the clouds! The scorching light was not warm, but rather carried an absolute, exclusive coldness, determined to completely annihilate this "abnormality" of the clouds.

"Wait! Let me finish!" Yun's roar sounded so weak under the immense pressure of the sword.

His only response was an even fiercer flame and Aggramar's unwavering, judgmental gaze. The door to negotiation was utterly sealed before the Titan's absolute arrogance.

I can't die here!

This thought exploded in Yun's mind like a final alarm bell. He couldn't die, not just for himself, but also for the area within Mendisius that was heading towards destruction, for the countless worlds that might have their energy drained by the resurgence of their home planet! Since prayer couldn't bring him anything, then…

A fierce glint replaced the helplessness and anxiety in Yun's eyes. Gray chaotic energy erupted from his body with unprecedented intensity, no longer for defense, but condensed into a solid gray sword aura, fiercely meeting Aggramar's holy sword head-on!

"boom--!"

Two diametrically opposed and fundamentally contradictory forces collided violently. There was no dazzling explosion of light and shadow, only a fierce conflict and mutual annihilation at the level of laws. Yun's chaotic energy seemed to have the upper hand in terms of quality, constantly dissolving the fire of order, but his own power level was far inferior to Aggramar's. With just one collision, he was as if struck head-on by a burning star, his entire body flying backward, blood spilling from his mouth and nose, and the gray sword energy in his hand instantly dissipating by more than half.

The gap in strength is like an insurmountable chasm.

"Stubborn fool! Accept the judgment of order!" Aggramar took a step forward, the space trembled, and the holy sword was raised once more, with even greater energy beginning to gather. This time, he clearly intended to completely destroy this "blasphemer."

Yun knelt on one knee, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with an indomitable flame. He knew that under normal circumstances, he had no chance of contending with the Titans in the Pantheon. He needed power, enough to shake up the current situation, even… enough to forcefully draw energy from this “Source of Order” to deal with the crisis on his home planet!

Just as Aggramar's holy sword was about to strike again, and Yun's consciousness began to blur due to the pressure—

A familiar yet utterly desolate will, like the last spark in the darkness, quietly ignited deep within his soul.

The First Ones!

That lingering will, which should have long since vanished, burned its last vestige at this moment, etching a complex yet powerful message, like a brand, into the core of Yun's consciousness. It wasn't a direct gift of power, but rather… a temporary opening of authority, a guide to a deeper, more domineering application of chaotic energy!

"With my ashes... I will incite a reversal of order..." The Firstborn's last words were like a sigh, fading away completely.

Yun suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with a dark, chaotic light, as if two vortexes were swirling within them. A sudden realization dawned on him, and he instantly understood.

Instead of trying to block or attack Aggramar, he slammed his hands down on the "ground" made of pure ordered energy!

“Since you won’t give it to me…” Yun’s voice was low and hoarse, carrying a desperate madness, “then I’ll take it myself!”

He activated the method imprinted by the Firstborn, and the chaotic energy within his body roared in an unprecedented way. It was no longer a simple release, but transformed into a greedy, reverse vortex!

Om-!

Centered on his hands, the Pantheon's incredibly stable energy field of order fluctuated violently for the first time! Visible to the naked eye, this pure and vast energy of order, like liquid gold, was forcibly stripped from the "ground" and surged wildly into Yun's body!

This isn't absorption; it's more like plunder! It's chaos extracting order in the most direct and brutal way!

"Insolence!" Aggramar was both shocked and furious, and his holy sword slashed down faster.

Norgannon issued a warning: "High-priority rule conflict detected! The essence of order is being reverse-analyzed and extracted by an anomalous force!"

For the first time, a noticeable fluctuation appeared in Amansur's eyes, which had been silent until now, as deep as the starry sky. He raised his hand, attempting to stabilize the energy structure of this space and apply even stronger suppression.

But it's too late!

Yun felt as if his body was about to explode. The Titan's energy of order and his own chaotic energy clashed and annihilated fiercely within him, bringing excruciating pain. But in this extreme pain, an unprecedented and powerful force, capable of shaking the rules, was also growing wildly!

He roared to the sky, his gray chaotic aura intertwining with the plundered golden light of order, forming an extremely unstable yet terrifying energy storm. He withstood Aggramar's sword strike, and although he was sent flying again, spitting out blood, he laughed—a mad and tragic laugh.

"Not enough! Not enough to stop that seed!" Yun wiped away the blood, his eyes fixed on the core, which possessed even greater energy—the core rune of the Pantheon, representing the source of Titan power, that floated in the void.

He knew that touching that spot meant a complete and irreconcilable conflict with all the Titans, but if he didn't do it, he would die anyway; he had no choice.

Okay, let's continue this tense plot and write Chapter 892.

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 Chapter 892: Seizing the Way

Yun's body was like a container about to burst, with two diametrically opposed energies, order and chaos, colliding and annihilating wildly within him. Each surge of energy brought excruciating pain, as if his bones were about to crack. The plundered golden torrent of order violently mixed with his own gray chaotic aura, forming an extremely unstable energy storm that emanated destructive fluctuations and swirled around him.

He knelt on the ground, leaning on his sword, breathing heavily, each breath laced with blood. Although he had managed to block Aggramar's second, furious strike in this almost self-destructive manner, the cost was enormous.

“Blasphemy! Utter blasphemy!” Aggramar’s voice boomed like thunder, filled with furious rage at the intrusion. He could neither comprehend nor tolerate this insignificant being daring to defile the pure source of order of the Pantheon in such a barbaric manner. The holy sword in his hand shone once more, even more intensely than before, clearly determined to purify the cloud completely.

Norgannon's silver body flashed rapidly, and his icy voice carried an unprecedented urgency: "Warning! The target is assimilating and distorting the energy of order in an unknown way, and its energy level is abnormally rising! Its destructive impact on the temple's infrastructure far exceeds expectations! It is recommended to activate the highest level of confinement protocol!"

Aman'Thul, the Allfather, who had always sat firmly on the throne of the stars, finally moved. His eyes, seemingly containing endless time and space, fell upon the clouds, devoid of anger, only an absolute coldness akin to viewing a program error. He slowly raised his right hand, and the entire space of the Pantheon froze. A sense of oppression far greater and more fundamental than Aggramar's holy sword descended from the heavens—a repulsion and suppression from the fundamental laws of the universe!

Yun felt as if he had been encased in transparent star steel, his thoughts becoming sluggish. He understood that Amansur had personally intervened, intending to completely seal and erase him, along with the unstable energy within him!

We cannot stop! To stop is to die! If we stop, Mendisius will die, and countless worlds will be drained dry!

The dangerous "door" that the Firstborn opened for him with his last remaining soul is one he must break through!

"Ah—!" Yun let out a beast-like roar, forcefully squeezing out every last bit of potential and unleashing the raging, mixed energy within his body. The gray chaos and the plundered golden order were no longer merely intertwined, but began to grind and ignite each other in a more dangerous and frenzied way!

Boom!

The unstable energy storm surrounding him suddenly contracted inward, then erupted abruptly! This was not an attack, but a pure, reckless release of energy, like a supernova explosion, surging outwards from him in all directions!

Aggramar, bearing the brunt of the attack, had his sword light, imbued with powerful Order Fire, shattered by the chaotic and powerful torrent of energy, forcing him to take a half-step back to steady himself. The several halos of analysis and confinement erected by Norgannon also flickered violently upon contact with this energy, before collapsing.

Even Aman's grand will, which solidified space, was shaken by this explosive power containing the two extreme opposing attributes of "order" and "chaos," and a very subtle, fleeting ripple appeared!

It's now!

Yun had been waiting for this opportunity! He dared not even dream of defeating Titan. All his madness and plunder were only for creating this moment of chaos, this sliver of hope!

In the instant the energy burst obscured his senses, he moved like a slippery eel, using all his remaining power for speed. His figure transformed into a blurry gray-gold streak of light, no longer rushing towards any Titan, nor towards the unreachable core rune, but towards the extremely unstable and rapidly collapsing passage from which he had come!

"Stop him!" Aggramar roared, unleashing his holy sword, a beam of light slashing across the void as it pursued him.

Norgannon instantly calculated the trajectory of Yun's escape, and several silver chains of order, as if possessing a life of their own, preemptively wrapped around the entrance to the passage.

Ignoring everything else, Yun completely exposed his back to the pursuers, desperately rushing towards the path that represented both a way out and... perhaps an even greater despair.

"Pfft!"

The edge of the slash of order grazed his back, tearing away a large chunk of flesh, even revealing the stark white bone. Silver chains, like venomous snakes, coiled around his left leg, tightening instantly and digging into his flesh and bone. The power of order frantically eroded him, attempting to drag him back.

"Open... for me!" Yun's eyes were bloodshot. He swung his sword back and slashed at the chains. The chaotic energy and the chains of order collided violently, producing a piercing friction sound. Using the force of the recoil, he also forcibly shattered part of the muscles and bones of his bound left leg. With a spray of blood, he finally plunged headfirst into the crack in the passage that was about to close completely!

In the last moment before his figure disappeared, he turned back, and with his last strength, took one last deep look at the magnificent yet cold Pantheon, and at the Titans who still exuded endless majesty.

There was no anger or pleading in those eyes, only a deathly stillness, a coldness that seemed to have seen through everything.

The passage closed completely the next moment.

Within the Pantheon, only a chaotic aftershock of energy remained, along with a few drops of gold and red blood scattered on the starry ground, and the Titans... in an unprecedentedly somber silence.

Okay, this is chapter 893 based on the current plot development:

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 Chapter 893: The Cruel Truth and the Prelude to Plunder

The spatial passage closed completely behind him, shutting out the cold, oppressive feeling of the Pantheon. Yun crashed heavily into the familiar darkness and chaos within Mendisius's body; the intense pain almost made him faint instantly.

"Ugh..." He curled up, coughing up blood mixed with the golden power of order. Aggramar's sword had left not only gaping wounds, but also a scorching energy of order raging through his body, violently clashing with his own chaotic energy. Each annihilation brought excruciating pain that tore at his soul. The forcibly plundered Titan energy was like a double-edged sword, granting him brief bursts of power while continuously undermining his foundation from within.

Mendisius emitted a faint but concerned fluctuation of consciousness, like the low growl of a wounded beast. Its own condition was clearly worse, and the light drawn by the pulsating "seed" seemed to have intensified.

Just as Yun's consciousness was fading and he was almost swallowed by pain, a faint, familiar, desolate thought, like a candle flame about to go out, rekindled in the deepest part of his soul.

It was the firstborn... It still had a last wisp of its soul remaining?

"Listen...to the final truth..." The thoughts of the firstborn were intermittent, yet they carried a calmness as if all burdens had been lifted, pouring information deeply buried by the dust of time into the consciousness of the cloud without any refusal.

Those were not words, but fragmented yet clear images, cold and cruel records:

The home planet was not a lost civilization filled with tragedy and regret. When it foresaw its inevitable demise, it didn't formulate a simple plan for revival, but rather a ruthlessly cold **"cosmic-level harvesting protocol"**. The so-called "revival" was essentially using a "seed" as a starting point and coordinate system to devour and decompose all matter, energy, rules, and even spacetime of the current universe, using it as nourishment to reshape a completely "formatted" blank foundation into a single universe that perfectly replicated the home planet's era, allowing only life forms from the home planet to exist…

All living beings in the current universe, everything in Azeroth, the order established by the Titans, the Void represented by the Old Gods, the realms shining with holy light… everything is merely “raw material” to be recycled in the mother planet’s plan. The so-called spark of civilization is in reality the final and most thorough scythe of destruction.