Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 262: Pangu Melts Into The World!

At the moment of Slaughter Doomsday's death, almost all the Doomsdays across the Chaos World were alarmed. They seemed to share a special connection, allowing them to perceive each other's life and death.

"Damn it! Slaughter Doomsday is dead."

A Doomsday's face darkened with disbelief. It could hardly accept this reality.

"What the hell happened? How did Slaughter Doomsday die? It was fine just moments ago—boasting about its grand plan to exterminate all the Chaos Demon Gods and bring ruin to the entire world. And now, suddenly, it's gone? Are you kidding me?"

Another Doomsday found it equally unfathomable.

"That's right! Not long ago, I could feel Slaughter Doomsday's power growing stronger and stronger. At this rate, no Chaos Demon God should have been able to stop it... yet in the blink of an eye, it has perished?"

Flood Doomsday was dumbstruck.

"It was the Chaos City Lord," a Doomsday muttered gravely. "I sensed Slaughter Doomsday's final emotions—its last warning. It urged us to be wary of the Chaos City Lord. That being has uncovered our secrets... and has even mastered a method to kill us."

"Are you serious? A mere creature from within the Gate has acquired the means to destroy us? I refuse to believe such nonsense. It's ridiculous!"

Virus Doomsday scoffed, unwilling to accept the possibility.

"Deny it all you want, but the facts are clear before us. Slaughter Doomsday is gone. This is an unprecedented crisis! We have invaded countless universes, but never have we encountered a situation like this."

"This universe's danger level is at its peak. We must remain vigilant. If the Chaos City Lord truly possesses the power to kill Doomsdays, then we must tread carefully and avoid reckless actions."

"That's right. If the Chaos City Lord discovers the core of any one of us, we will end up like Slaughter Doomsday."

The Doomsdays held a solemn discussion, their expressions grim. They could no longer ignore the seriousness of the situation.

Throughout their invasions of various universes, they had encountered countless obstacles, but at most, they were only sealed away—not killed. Yet now, a Doomsday had been completely erased from existence.

If they hadn't personally sensed the remnants of Slaughter Doomsday's aura fading into nothingness, they wouldn't have believed it possible.

"Petrification Doomsday, Virus Doomsday—do not act recklessly. If that cursed City Lord seizes your core, you will be finished," a Doomsday warned.

"...Understood."

Though their expressions were grim, Petrification Doomsday and Virus Doomsday knew better than to take this lightly.

"Fortunately, we've remained cautious. We have yet to reveal our full strength. The enemy is in the open while we are in the shadows—we still hold the advantage."

"That's right. The one who has the last laugh is the true victor. The destruction of this universe will not be so simple, but time is on our side. We can afford to play the long game."

"For now, we must investigate. We need to uncover the secret behind the Chaos City Lord's method of slaying Doomsdays. Until we do, we cannot afford to act rashly."

"To know oneself and to know the enemy is the key to victory in all battles. Information is the most important factor in destroying a world."

With that, the Doomsdays decided to retreat into hiding, choosing to investigate the Chaos City Lord in secrecy rather than reveal themselves.

Meanwhile, in the Prehistoric World, the Chaos Demon Gods had retreated to Chaos City. Only Gu Chuan remained.

"This world has not yet been fully conceived."

Gu Chuan continued his work. He had merely completed the first step—splitting open the heavens to create a space suitable for life. But to nurture a thriving world of unparalleled prosperity, more effort was needed.

A deep rumble echoed through the void.

Gu Chuan formed seals with his hands, merging countless Chaos Runes into Pangu's corpse.

At that moment, Pangu's hair transformed into an endless expanse of plant life. Lush trees, vibrant flowers, and sprawling vegetation flourished across the land, brimming with boundless vitality.

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In an instant, vast forests covered the entirety of the Prehistoric World. Even the ocean floor was blanketed in greenery.

Pangu's left eye ascended into the sky, becoming the sun. It radiated eternal heat, bathing the world in warmth. Gu Chuan infused it with supranatural powers, refining it into a supreme magic treasure—a artifact of unparalleled might.

This sun would bring unending life and energy to the land and its inhabitants.

Pangu's right eye became the moon, illuminating the night with a gentle glow. It, too, was refined into a supreme magic treasure, imbued with supranatural power.

The breath that once flowed from Pangu's lips transformed into an endless sea of clouds and mist, blanketing the Prehistoric World. From these mists, gusts of wind howled, circulating power throughout the realm, as though the entire world itself had begun to breathe.

His voice became thunder, rumbling across the heavens in an eternal symphony of creation.

His muscles turned into the vast earth, brimming with life-giving nutrients.

His bones and teeth became endless veins of minerals, scattered across the land and buried deep within the oceans.

His meridians and blood vessels formed the world's ley lines—like dragon veins—guiding the chaotic Spiritual Qi of the Prehistoric World, transforming its once-violent energies into an orderly flow.

His sweat condensed into rain and dew, nourishing the land, feeding the rivers, and swelling the seas. Even subterranean rivers began to take shape, carving unseen paths beneath the surface.

Under Gu Chuan's guidance, Pangu's body merged completely into the Prehistoric World, becoming one with it. At the same time, this process accelerated the world's growth and evolution.

"...It's still not enough."

Gu Chuan's eyes gleamed with determination as the Chaos Eight Trigrams Technique surged within his consciousness.

Although Pangu's remains had infused the Prehistoric World with vitality, this world was simply too vast. Even Pangu alone was not enough to nurture it fully.

But fortune favored this land—upon it lay the remains of 110,000 Chaos Demon Gods. Each had been a supreme existence, embodying terrifying power, pure Chaos Energy, and countless fragments of the Dao.

If their corpses could be assimilated into the Prehistoric World, it would propel the world's growth to an unimaginable level, greatly accelerating its evolution.

This was the ultimate form of balance—of making use of all things to nourish the heavens and the earth.

With that thought, Gu Chuan moved forward, preparing to reshape the world once more.