Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 253: Incarnation of the Dao, The Track of Fate

"It is not merely a matter of being vast; it is the very embodiment of the Dao itself."

The Lord of Light couldn't help but tremble. Ordinary Chaos Demon Gods would only perceive Gu Chuan's Primordial Ancient Serpent form as immense, boundless, and awe-inspiring.

Yet, he saw something far more profound—the dense chaos runes emerging from its body, intertwined with endless chains of Dao Laws, exuding a terrifying, primordial force.

It was as if infinite supernatural powers and divine spells were inscribed upon the Primordial Ancient Serpent, eternally reinforcing it, transforming its very existence into an incarnation of the Dao itself. At this moment, it was the pinnacle of combat power in the Chaos World.

"Anyone who dares to attack the Chaos City Lord is destined to perish."

The Titan Lord shuddered. His gaze fell upon the countless dark golden scales covering the Primordial Ancient Serpent, each scale seemingly inscribed with innumerable supranatural karma-based spells.

If he had the audacity to strike such a being, he wouldn't even need the Chaos City Lord to retaliate—his own attack would rebound upon him, shattering his very existence.

"His wisdom is beyond measure."

The Lord of Storms trembled as he focused on Gu Chuan's eyes. What kind of eyes were those?

They pierced the heavens, their pupils resembling a chaotic vortex, containing the boundless laws of the Great Dao.

It felt as though, under the gaze of the Lord of Chaos City, all secrets were laid bare—whether it be supernatural techniques, the mysteries of one's bloodline, or even the depths of the soul itself, nothing could escape his scrutiny.

These were the divine eyes that unraveled the secrets of chaos, the gaze that beheld all things.

"I'm afraid the Chaos City Lord has been deliberately restraining his aura. If he were to fully unleash it, just the pressure alone would be enough to obliterate us."

The Lord of the Furnace inhaled deeply.

Even as a Chaos Demon God, he felt an indescribable terror emanating from Gu Chuan's presence. A single glance at him made his mind reel, as if he were being flooded with endless chaos runes and ancient messages, each carrying the weight of eternity.

This wasn't an intentional display of power; rather, it was the natural aura radiating from the Primordial Ancient Serpent.

Just as a lion or a tiger exudes an oppressive majesty even when at rest, so too did the presence of the Primordial Ancient Serpent—its silent breath alone was enough to shatter the sky and disrupt the very fabric of chaos itself.

"It is no wonder the Chaos City Lord always assumes a human form. If he were to reveal his true body at all times, who among us could even stand in his presence, let alone speak?"

The many Chaos Demon Gods could not help but feel both awe and reverence. Now, they understood why the Lord of Chaos City had never revealed his true form, not even during the Three Great Sermons.

Even when he battled Pangu, he never once showed his original form.

"Open!"

At this moment, Gu Chuan finally acted.

Unlike Pangu, who wielded the supreme treasure Sky-Opening Axe Axe, Gu Chuan possessed no external weapon. He did not need one.

His Primordial Ancient Serpent body had transcended all material forms, evolving into the ultimate Chaos Supreme Treasure.

Even legendary artifacts like the Sky-Opening Axe and the Heaven-Opening Chisel could no longer compare. His body had been tempered to a level beyond comprehension.

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Even without activating supernatural powers, merely relying on the sheer resilience of his Primordial Ancient Serpent body, he could withstand a full-force strike from the Sky-Opening Axe—its legendary blade unable to so much as scratch the scale armor covering his form.

Boom!

In that instant, Gu Chuan moved.

His serpent tail flicked lightly, yet the force behind it was like the collapse of the heavens. A black radiance erupted forth.

No, it was not merely a cold black light—it was the trajectory of the Dao itself.

It did not follow a straight path but meandered, flowing in accordance with the natural rhythms of the universe, effortlessly slicing through the chaotic air currents—severing the very fabric of primordial chaos in an instant.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Primordial Ancient Serpent slithered through the chaotic void, its form stretching across tens of billions of light-years, yet moving with the grace of a shadow—like a hidden serpent of darkness, lurking within the depths of eternity.

Its tail swept outward, unleashing wave after wave of black radiance, each strand intertwining like an inescapable net of chaos, effortlessly shattering the very void.

At that moment, the primal elements of creation—pure and impure air, earth, wind, water, and fire—were instantly severed and divided.

If one had to compare, it was akin to Paoding Jieniu, the legendary butcher whose blade danced between muscle and bone, dissecting without resistance—separating the very forces of creation itself.

"Ah..."

The Chaos Demon Gods were stunned beyond words.

They had never witnessed such an elegant and precise means of splitting chaos.

Pangu, when he opened the heavens, used raw strength to smash apart the void, forcefully dispersing chaotic airflows to return them to their most fundamental forms—thus splitting heaven and earth apart.

But Gu Chuan's method was entirely different.

He was not a brute force wielder of destruction.

Instead, he was a master surgeon of chaos, wielding his blade of fate, making precise, effortless incisions into the very structure of existence.

He did not merely cleave through chaos—he analyzed its weakest points, severing them effortlessly.

A single strike from him was akin to the art of Taiji, using minimal force to move the immovable, achieving the effect of wielding a thousand pounds with four ounces—effortless yet decisive.

This was the true embodiment of the Dao.

Only those who had comprehended the ultimate truths of existence could achieve such mastery.

If one were to liken it to medicine, then Gu Chuan was not just a surgeon who dissected the human body—he could isolate every blood vessel and meridian with surgical precision.

No—he had transcended that.

He was akin to a divine artisan, one who could separate every muscle tissue, every cell, and every atom, dividing them without harm.

This was no longer science or magic.

This was myth made real.

The Chaos Demon Gods could only look on in reverence and terror.

The Lord of Chaos City was beyond their comprehension.

Even if they wished to kill him, they simply could not fathom a means to do so.

No—before his existence, they could not even imagine that such a path was possible.

Originally, Gu Chuan himself could not have done this.

But after mastering nine hundred Daos, the Chaos Eight Trigrams within the depths of his sea of consciousness had multiplied its power beyond measure.

Now, his mind could instantly analyze all mysteries of chaos, calculating the precise trajectory of fate itself.

This was the Blade of Destiny—striking along the inevitable path fate had set forth.