Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 261: Form a True Spirit and Plunge Into the River of Time and Space

Chapter 261 - 261: Form a True Spirit and Plunge Into the River of Time and Space

"Let me ask you something—do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

Gu Chuan's voice was calm, yet his words carried an undeniable weight.

"What kind of nonsense is that? Who in their right mind would choose to die?"

Pangu scowled, rolling his eyes at Gu Chuan.

"Good."

Hearing this, Gu Chuan smiled slightly. "It seems that, sooner or later, we will meet again. By the way, after you pass away, your Pangu True Body will be useless. You don't mind if I use it, do you?"

"You b*****d! What are you planning? Can't you let me rest in peace?"

Pangu was furious.

He despised researchers like Gu Chuan—people who sought to dissect everything, to uncover every secret. Time and time again, he had felt that Gu Chuan was just waiting for a chance to cut him into pieces for research. Now, it seemed, the opportunity had finally come.

"I'm not planning anything sinister. I just don't want to waste resources. This world was ravaged by you Chaos Demon Gods just now, leaving holes everywhere. I need to use your flesh and blood to repair the damage and accelerate this world's growth."

Gu Chuan's voice remained indifferent, as if he were simply stating a fact.

"Damn it! I knew you had no good intentions." Pangu sighed but quickly came to terms with it. "Forget it. My death is inevitable anyway. Do as you wish."

After all, he would eventually be reincarnated and reborn. His original body would serve no purpose to him anymore. Rather than letting it fall into the hands of other Chaos Demon Gods, it was better for Gu Chuan to use it to strengthen this world.

To be honest, he held deep affection for this world—the world he had created. If his remains could contribute to its survival, he had no reason to object.

"That's settled then."

Gu Chuan extended a finger.

With a soft boom, deep within Pangu's sea of consciousness, his soul shattered into countless fragments before rapidly coalescing into a brilliant golden sphere of soul energy.

Bathed in the immense power of time, the cracks within the golden sphere slowly began to mend. However, complete restoration would take a long time.

Whoosh!

With a flick of his hand, Gu Chuan sent Pangu's true spirit plunging into the endless river of time and space.

The river surged forward, sweeping the golden soul into the unknown depths of the future.

There, within the ever-flowing currents of time, Pangu's soul would heal—restored, purified, and even stronger than before.

This was the so-called indestructibility.

"What about the rest of you?"

Gu Chuan turned around, his gaze sweeping over the severely wounded Chaos Demon Gods—beings like the Lord of Light, the Lord of the Furnace, the Lord of Titans, the Lord of Storms, and the Lord of Thunder.

Each of them was on the brink of death, their divine forms battered and broken.

Because they had been among the strongest, they had suffered the most under the relentless assault of the Slaughter Doomsday.

Though still clinging to life, they were utterly exhausted—just like Pangu before them.

If left unchecked, their souls would soon wither away, lost to the Chaos forever.

"My lord, we wish to live!"

The Lord of Light spoke first, his voice heavy yet resolute.

The other Chaos Demon Gods nodded in unison.

They had not yet lived enough. They were not ready to disappear from existence.

"Very well."

Gu Chuan nodded. "I will send your true spirits into the river of time and space. One day, in the distant future, you will all be reborn and return to this world."

"My lord, may we have a moment?"

The Lord of Light suddenly spoke up.

"Oh? And what do you need?"

Gu Chuan asked.

"We wish to bid farewell to our followers. If we vanish without a word, they will be lost and in despair."

The Lord of Light's voice carried a deep sense of responsibility.

The other gods nodded in agreement.

They were not just individuals—they carried the weight of entire civilizations.

"Fine, but be quick. Your souls are fragile. The longer you delay, the more damage you will suffer."

Gu Chuan warned.

"We understand. A single minute will suffice."

The Lord of Light closed his eyes, summoning the last remnants of his divine power.

A rumble echoed through the heavens as the divine voice of the Great Dao resonated across countless realms.

"My people, I must now enter a deep slumber. But in time, I shall awaken again. Fear not, and remain steadfast. Until my return, the Seraphim shall lead the Angel race."

Across the vast cosmos, all angels trembled as they heard the voice of their god.

One by one, they fell to their knees, weeping bitterly.

Even without seeing him, they could feel his overwhelming weakness.

This sleep—this departure—would last an eternity.

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A blazing angel knelt on one knee, his expression solemn.

But it was not just the Angelic race that heard the message.

The Titans, the Stormborn, the Iceborn, and countless other mighty races received their own divine farewells.

One by one, the gods spoke their final words.

Throughout the entire Chaos World, countless races knew—their gods had fallen into slumber.

Yet they also knew this was not the end.

One day, their gods would return.

"It is time."

Gu Chuan raised his hand.

A deep rumble resonated through the Chaos as the remaining Chaos Demon Gods gathered their shattered souls.

Fragmented spirits fused together, forming countless spheres of divine light.

One by one, they were cast into the endless river of time and space—swept away by its eternal currents.

Even the souls of those who had been slain were gathered, reforged into true spirits, and sent deep into the river's flow.

Fortunately, their deaths had not been too long ago.

Had they perished for too long, their souls would have fragmented beyond repair.

But because they had only recently fallen, Gu Chuan could still salvage them—offering them a second chance at life.

This was their fortune within misfortune.

Though they had perished, they would yet be reborn.

But not all could be saved.

The Chaos Demon Gods tainted by the Slaughter Doomsday were beyond redemption.

The moment they had merged with the Doomsday's power, they had ceased to be living beings.

They had become mere puppets of destruction.

And when the Slaughter Doomsday perished, they, too, were annihilated—erased from existence.

In the end, only 50,000 to 60,000 Chaos Demon Gods remained to be reincarnated and rebuilt.

Yet even this number was enormous.

More than 10,000 Chaos Demon Gods had survived the battle, either due to their immense strength or sheer luck.

They had avoided the worst of the devastation, and while gravely wounded, they could still recover given time.

For them, reincarnation was unnecessary.

They would remain in the Chaos World and continue their cultivation.

"Return to Chaos City for now."

Gu Chuan addressed the survivors.

"We must be prepared. Should another Doomsday strike, you need to be in peak condition."

"Understood, my lord! Thank you, Chaos City Lord!"

The Chaos Demon Gods bowed in gratitude.

They, too, had feared another calamity.

If another Doomsday had attacked now, they would have been doomed.

Now, however, they had a chance to regroup—to heal.

Without hesitation, they turned and fled toward Chaos City, desperate to recover before another storm arrived.