Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 213: Changes at the Gate of Eternal Life

At this moment, near the Gate of Eternal Life.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Lord of Death, the Lord of Disaster, and the Lord of Destruction continued bombarding the Gate of Eternal Life. Countless terrifying supernatural powers struck it, creating waves of violent fluctuations, as if the rhythm of destruction itself were echoing through the air, like the drums of war beating in unison.

If an ordinary Demon God had heard such a sound, their blood would boil and their soul would shatter. The destructive force was unbearable, and no one could withstand such an onslaught.

For billions of years, these three entities had not left this place for a single moment, relentlessly focused on their mission: to breach the Gate of Eternal Life.

They rested only when they had to, before resuming their bombardment. The cycle was repeated tirelessly, with never a moment of reprieve.

Although opening the Gate of Eternal Life was a monumental challenge—its very essence bound to the weight of a Chaos World—their efforts were beginning to bear fruit. Like a foolish old man moving mountains, a faint crack had appeared in the door.

"I can feel it," said the Lord of Destruction, his voice tinged with excitement. "I can feel the infinite source power within the gate. Once it's opened, we will gain the power of eternal life, surpass the Lord of Chaos City, and become the strongest Demon Gods in history."

The Lord of Destruction's eyes gleamed with uncontainable joy. After spending so much time in vain, even a Demon God would begin to lose hope. But now, at long last, there was light at the end of the tunnel.

Outside the crack in the door, a terrifying energy fluctuation leaked out. It surpassed all comprehension, even greater than anything the Lord of Chaos City had ever experienced. They could only imagine what unimaginable realms awaited them should they gain access to the Gate of Eternal Life.

Boom!

Suddenly, a massive black handprint appeared on the door and slapped it fiercely, producing an explosive sound that seemed to shake the very fabric of existence.

With a "Pfft!" sound, the Lord of Death, the Lord of Disaster, and the Lord of Destruction could no longer withstand the force and simultaneously coughed up divine blood, their bodies suffering severe injury.

"What is this?!" The Lord of Disaster's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't fathom the appearance of the black handprint. A sense of unending terror filled his being, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The black handprint seemed to symbolize disaster, death, doomsday, darkness, and evil itself. It embodied destruction, as if it could annihilate everything. Its power was terrifying beyond measure.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

But this was only the beginning. As soon as the first black handprint appeared, it was as though an endless array of black handprints followed. Hundreds of millions of them slapped mercilessly against the Gate of Eternal Life, creating a cacophony of deathly sounds, each strike reverberating like a grim and relentless melody.

The gate itself trembled, vibrating with an intensity never before felt—even after the endless bombardments of the three great Gods over billions of years. The strikes from these black handprints shook the gate with unimaginable force.

At the same time, terrifying sounds echoed from beyond the gate—disturbing, panicked, and full of fear, as if someone was fleeing or being chased by something incomprehensibly powerful.

"Open the door! Open the door! Let us in!" cried voices, filled with desperation.

"Help! Help! They're coming!" came more frantic screams.

"Open the door! Quickly, help us!" The cries of terror seemed to permeate through the gate, shaking the very foundations of the primordial chaos and reaching the deepest recesses of the minds of the three great Lords.

"Damn it, what is that sound?" the Lord of Destruction gritted through his teeth.

The Demon Heart within him cracked under the weight of the haunting voices. A moment of clarity shone through his eyes as he began to feel an overwhelming sense of dread, a fear like none he had ever experienced before.

"My soul is warning me," the Lord of Disaster said in a low, shaken voice. "If we open this door, it will unleash endless disaster, the twilight of the Gods."

The Lord of Disaster, having ascended to the realm of the Saint through the Dao of Disaster, was highly attuned to the forces of destruction in the Chaos World. Disaster, for him, was both an opportunity and a force of nature he could control.

But now, for the first time, he felt a deep, primal fear, as though opening this door would bring something far worse than disaster—something that defied all comprehension.

"It's not just a disaster," the Lord of Death said, his voice quivering. "I sense death itself. The kind of death that destroys everything, where everything returns to nothingness and chaos crumbles. I can't explain it, but it feels like a death more final than anything."

As the master of death, the Lord of Death should not have been afraid of it. But now, even he trembled. There was something far worse waiting beyond this door, something that even death itself could not escape.

"We can't open the Gate of Eternal Life," the Lord of Destruction said, his fists clenched with fear. "We will all perish if we do."

A rumble echoed as the three Lords prepared to speak, but suddenly, a voice from outside screamed in terror.

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"No, no, it's too late, they're here! Open the door quickly, or we will all die! We will all die!"

"It's over... It's over... We're too late!" came the voice of doom, shrill and panicked.

Then, the sound of enormous, monstrous creatures echoed. A shadow seemed to blot out the sun, and the noise of massive beasts—chewing, crushing bones, tearing through flesh—filled the air. The terrifying sound of death was unmistakable.

The black handprints on the door vanished as if they were being dragged away by some incomprehensible force, leaving no resistance in their wake.

"What is this?!"

The Lord of Destruction's body trembled in fear. He did not know who had created those black handprints, but he could feel the immense power behind them—many times stronger than anything he had ever known.

And yet, now those creatures, whose power dwarfed even the three Lords, had been devoured in an instant, leaving no trace of resistance. What kind of world existed beyond this door?

"No... no sound," the Lord of Death muttered, swallowing nervously. He strained to hear, but the ominous silence was deafening.

"What the hell just happened?" the Lord of Disaster gripped his fist, unable to comprehend the horror they had just witnessed.

"I don't know, but whatever it was, it was not good," the Lord of Destruction said with growing fear. "This place... it gives me an ominous premonition. If we open this door, not only will we fail to obtain the power of eternal life, but we may very well find ourselves facing our own death."

The Lord of Destruction's instincts screamed at him to stop. He knew, with every fiber of his being, that they must never open this door. It was not a path to eternal life—it was a trap, a death sentence waiting to be unleashed.