Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 190: Great Prophecy, Foretelling the Future

"Is this the sound of the Dao?"

Gu Chuan immediately recognized these voices. In truth, this was the terror of a Saint—as long as someone spoke his name, he could effortlessly perceive their existence.

It was akin to tracing the threads of karma—once connected, there was nowhere to hide.

This was why, in later generations, the Prehistoric beings dared not mention a Saint's name. They understood that the moment they uttered it, the Saint would perceive them instantly, no matter the distance—there would be no secrets left.

However, these Saints were merely Prehistoric Saints, bound within the Prehistoric World. In the grand scale of the Chaos World, the Prehistoric World was but a drop in the ocean, insignificant in comparison.

If these Prehistoric Saints stepped into chaos, their ability to hear the voices of others would be greatly diminished—not only due to the sheer distance but also because the chaotic energy itself obstructed perception. Within the Prehistoric World, Saints might seem omniscient and omnipotent, but in the Chaos World, they were far from such absolute power.

Yet, Gu Chuan was different. Having mastered two hundred Dao, distance no longer held meaning. Even the barriers of chaotic energy could not stop him from hearing the voice of the Dao.

Whoever spoke of his existence would be heard. Even if he willed to listen to something specific, no force could stop him. His perception could effortlessly pierce through infinite voids.

This ability was far more terrifying than any supernatural sense.

Of course, mortals might believe that hearing countless voices at once would drive one to madness.

But that was merely a mortal's perspective.

For a Saint, the computational power of the mind was beyond comprehension. A mere thousand voices flooding in would be nothing. Even if hundreds of trillions of voices surged at once, it would never cause a Saint to falter.

It was akin to a super-intelligent computer processing infinite amounts of data—no overload, no system crash. Instead, it was effortless, leaving plenty of capacity for other tasks.

"Interesting."

Gu Chuan sensed countless discussions about him echoing across the Chaos World—some voices prayed, others praised, some lamented, some worshiped, and some even cursed his name.

Whenever his name was spoken, golden Dao laws resonated within the depths of the chaotic void, intertwining with his sea of consciousness, vibrating like ripples upon an endless ocean—returning the sound back to him.

It was akin to a trigger, a resonance that echoed through existence.

"Hmm?!"

At that moment, Gu Chuan's body trembled. A sudden premonition arose from the depths of his soul.

The Chaos Eight Trigrams within his consciousness began to operate instinctively, reaching an extreme level of activation. Its calculation speed ascended to the Dao level, as though grasping the very fabric of fate itself.

Rumble!

In an instant, endless visions unfolded within his consciousness. His soul seemed to step into the long river of fate, gazing upon the unfolding future.

He stood above this river of time, witnessing countless tributaries, each presenting a different possibility.

"This is the future?"

A flicker of insight shone in Gu Chuan's eyes. In the near future, amidst the boundless chaotic void, a rare and mystical treasure would emerge—the Stone of Enlightenment.

Born from the primordial chaos, this stone contained an essence of the Dao—one-fifth of the Great Dao itself.

If devoured by demon gods, it would grant them terrifying power, pushing them closer to enlightenment.

It was an unimaginable treasure.

Not just for ordinary demon gods, but even for Gu Chuan, it was something of immense value.

The sudden appearance of these Enlightenment Stones in the Chaos World would inevitably ignite a war among gods.

Countless powerful entities would battle for them, dragging even the races created by gods into a blood-soaked war.

Gods would fall.

The skies would rain blood.

The void would shatter.

Amidst this catastrophe, even beings of immense power—Lord of Light, Lord of the Furnace, Lord of Titans—would perish.

But behind this war, lurking in the shadows, were two masterminds—the Lord of Darkness and the Lord of Heart's Demon.

They would feast upon the corpses of fallen gods, absorbing their power to ascend to terrifying heights.

By the war's end, they would have devoured tens of thousands of deities, attaining strength equivalent to Pangu, mastering 108 Dao laws.

Drunk on newfound power, their arrogance would lead them to gather their armies and march toward Chaos City, seeking to eliminate Gu Chuan and become the supreme lords of chaos.

But their fate was already sealed.

Gu Chuan, wielding two hundred Dao, stood unparalleled. In mere moments, he would obliterate both the Lord of Darkness and the Lord of Heart's Demon.

Yet, the Lord of Heart's Demon, through his insidious powers, would escape once more, vanishing into the shadows.

"Is this the prophecy?"

A sharp gleam flashed in Gu Chuan's eyes. His momentary premonition had activated the Great Prophecy, intertwining with the Chaos Eight Trigrams, unveiling a glimpse of fate's river.

This was not a mere possibility—it was a destined event, an inevitability.

Yet, fate was fluid.

While the past was immutable, the future was not.

The river of fate had endless tributaries. Every decision made in the present had the power to alter its course.

And now, knowing what was to come, Gu Chuan had the power to intervene.

But while the future could be rewritten, the past could not be undone.

The past was fixed, bound by primordial chaos. Any attempt to alter it would be met with absolute annihilation. Even if one controlled ten thousand Dao laws, they would be erased in an instant.

Of course, there were exceptions. Certain unstable points in time could be changed—but such opportunities were rare, available only to the mightiest of gods.

"The Lord of Heart's Demon... trying to scheme against me again?"

Gu Chuan's gaze turned sharp. That persistent shadow had attempted to manipulate fate twice before. Though he was nothing more than an annoyance, Gu Chuan would not allow him to roam free any longer.

This time, he would not merely defeat him.

This time, he would imprison him—forever.

"And the Enlightenment Stones..."

Gu Chuan's expression shifted slightly.

Such treasures could not be left unchecked.

He would claim them before anyone else could.

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