After a thorough and profound realization, Chen Yi acknowledged the essence of the Primordial Chaos Divine Thunder.
It must be said—this stuff is truly refined!
If the Violet Heaven Divine Thunder represents the most extreme destructive force that can emerge in the mortal realm, then the Primordial Chaos Divine Thunder should never have been something born of the mortal world.
This is immortal-grade!
Not only is its purity a hundred times greater than that of the Violet Heaven Divine Thunder, but it also contains incredibly advanced fragments of thunder-law principles.
In terms of equivalent conversion, a single drop of Primordial Chaos Divine Thunder essence holds as much immortal energy as a thousand immortal spirit stones!
However, due to its overwhelmingly fierce and domineering nature, ordinary cultivators would find it nearly impossible to refine and absorb it as an immortal essence.
But as luck would have it—Chen Yi was no ordinary man. Having been struck by lightning countless times, he had long since become one with thunder—or rather, thunder had become one with him!
To the average person, the Primordial Chaos Divine Thunder essence would be like a bowl of strong liquor—drinking it might leave them dizzy, and their bodies would struggle to digest it.
But for Chen Yi? It was pure stimulant—the more he drank, the more invigorated he became!
Originally, his two-star immortal body clone had expended a vast amount of immortal energy suppressing the resistance of the Primordial Chaos Divine Thunder. Yet after absorbing just half a drop of its essence, it swiftly returned to peak condition!
What do you call this?
This, my friends, is called eating the tribulation, drinking the tribulation, and then proceeding to beat the tribulation’s face after a full meal!
With great care, Chen Yi stored the remaining 202.5 drops of Primordial Chaos Divine Thunder essence within his immortal body clone’s inner world—reserved for his true self.
Compared to those dubious immortal spirit stones from the chat group, this plundered immortal essence from the ascension tribulation was far more reliable.
Once all this was done, he finally patted the heavens in satisfaction, rousing the still-catatonic Western Sea Heavenly Dao.
"I have no desire to spill unnecessary blood. Hand over the sub-immortal law origin you’ve cultivated, and this matter ends here."
This was a statement, not a request.
The implication was simple: either give it willingly, or he would take it himself.
The Heavenly Dao could not lie, so in the face of overwhelming power, it chose silence.
It didn’t want to choose at all!
After toiling for hundreds of millions of years, finally bearing fruit—only for this outer-realm demon to reach out and pluck it? Who would willingly accept that?
But what choice did it have?
Fight to the death?
No. If even the Primordial Chaos Divine Thunder—capable of annihilating the Western Sea Realm—had been embraced and absorbed by this monster, then even mustering the full power of the world would likely end in instant refinement.
If it surrendered willingly, the world would degrade, but its foundation would remain. There would still be a chance to recover.
Yet… the bitterness was unbearable.
Hundreds of millions of years of effort, ruined in an instant. How cruel fate was to the Western Sea…
"Very well, honored guest from beyond. I accept your terms."
As the grand voice of the heavens resounded—
The entire Western Sea Great World began to tremble violently!
BOOM—!!!
Mountains collapsed, rivers burst their banks, oceans surged inland… Countless living beings screamed in terror, their wails piercing the skies.
A world’s degradation was never silent. It was always earth-shaking, apocalyptic in scale!
The violent upheaval of fundamental laws could not be suppressed by a mere God of Light with 1.2 billion units of combat power.
"Sigh…"
Chen Yi exhaled softly, then flicked his wrist, sending three Star-Suppressing Seals soaring into the sky. They formed a Minor Cosmic World-Stabilizing Array, forcibly suppressing the turbulent laws and restoring stability to the Western Sea World.
Was this mercy?
Not necessarily.
But hearing the cries of countless lives, he couldn’t help but recall his own world’s fiercely protective Heavenly Dao.
Perhaps from prolonged exposure, he had unwittingly adopted its compassion for all living things. In the end, Chen Yi couldn’t remain indifferent.
After all, it was the Western Sea Heavenly Dao and the God of Light who had provoked this. The innocent didn’t deserve to suffer.
"…Thank you."
The grand voice of the heavens echoed, thick with stifled resentment.
This bastard had caused the world’s upheaval—yet now it had to thank him for stepping in?
Wasn’t this just bullying an honest Heavenly Dao?!
"Don’t mention it. Those three Star-Suppressing Seals aren’t free." Chen Yi waved a hand dismissively, then turned his gaze to the statue-like God of Light in the distance. "His life is mine now. Any objections?"
This guy had once severed the arm of his ordinary one-star clone. Using a two-star clone to crush him would’ve been overkill, so Chen Yi had temporarily let it slide.
But now, with his one-star clone tempered into an immortal body—both at the quasi-immortal realm—there was no talk of "bullying." If you’re weak, don’t play the game!
"Here is the immortal law origin you requested. Please forgive my earlier discourtesy."
The Western Sea Heavenly Dao avoided answering directly, choosing instead to endure the pain of sacrifice.
After all, only the strong had their opinions respected. The weak had no voice.
Rather than groveling in humiliation, it was better to feign indifference and surrender with dignity.
Once he had what he wanted, Chen Yi quickly inspected it, then nodded slightly upon confirming its authenticity. "This matter is settled. Our debt is cleared."
With that, his two-star immortal body clone dissolved on the spot, splitting back into three one-star immortal body clones.
Now that the Western Sea Heavenly Dao had degraded, it could no longer sustain the weight of a two-star clone. Maintaining that state would’ve caused the world’s laws to collapse entirely.
After the division, Chen Yi left two clones on standby, focusing his control on the third as he calmly addressed the God of Light:
"Now it’s your turn. That debt from the severed arm? Time to settle it."
"Come on. Grip that demonic spear of yours. Just like last time—put everything you’ve got into striking me!"
The moment he finished speaking, the force restraining the God of Light vanished.
Yet the pitiful deity didn’t dare move an inch, trembling in abject terror once more.
This monstrous outer-realm fiend was utterly deranged, and his cowardly Heavenly Sovereign had already surrendered. Isolated and helpless, how could he possibly bare his fangs now?
Showing defiance meant certain death!
"I gave you the first move, and you still won’t act?" Chen Yi shot him a disdainful glance. "Three breaths. Move or die."
The God of Light shut his eyes in agony.
No action meant death. Action also meant death…
Why?!
You’re the one who barged into my home to steal, threw a tantrum when caught, and left devastation in your wake—and now you’re back for revenge?!
The God of Light was broken. And full of regret.
He never should’ve listened to the Heavenly Sovereign’s order to capture An Lan. All that talk of "the advantage is ours" and "we’ll make sure he never leaves"—
What a joke. Now he was the one who wouldn’t be leaving!
There was no way out. None at all.
In that instant, the God of Light considered countless escape plans—but ultimately chose to face his end with courage.
"To think I’d encounter a creature as vile and uncouth as a goblin in my lifetime. What wretched luck!"
"By the name of the God of Light, I curse you—may fate claim your life, you freak born of the outer realms! Your lack of decorum is utterly disgraceful!"
"Go f—"
Three breaths passed. He didn’t attack—only vented with his dying words.
Even if he perished, he’d die laughing.
At least in his final moments, he wouldn’t be like those who exhausted themselves trying to shatter the impenetrable darkness, only to perish in endless despair.
The God of Light: Hah, he’s rattled! Nothing cuts deeper than good old-fashioned personal insults. If he hadn’t struck first, I’d have kept going!
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