The Reactions of the Strong in the Boundless Chaos

When Jiang Hao's Great Dao, which encompasses all paths, first accepts everything, and then transcends everything, took shape.

A silent, unobstructed Great Dao, permeating all of space and time in the boundless chaos, rippled out.

In the boundless chaos, countless supreme beings instantly felt a sense of connection.

In the boundless chaos, there exists a pure place that transcends countless cycles of reincarnation and is not bound by cause and effect.

There is no killing, no conflict, no crisis of epochal destruction here, only the sound of the Dao. Everything in heaven and earth is peaceful, perfect, and in accordance with nature. It is the most supreme pure holy land in the boundless chaos.

In the center of the Taoist temple, an ancient and unadorned alchemy furnace floats silently.

An elderly man dressed in a plain white robe sat cross-legged on a cloud platform.

He had white hair and beard, a kind and gentle face, and no sharpness in his eyes. He looked ordinary and harmless. His aura blended perfectly with the chaos around him, and he showed no sign of aura.

At this moment, he was gently guiding the Dao fire with his hand, refining elixirs.

Sensing the fluctuations of the boundless Dao, the old man paused slightly in the Dao fire at his fingertips, slowly raised his eyes, and revealed a long-lost smile of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Encompassing beginning and end, containing all laws, boundless chaos, transcending existence and non-existence... indeed you are a fellow Daoist."

"Now, this boundless space-time is going to get lively again..."

After speaking, the old man smiled and lowered his eyes to continue refining pills. The Taoist temple remained quiet and peaceful, with many pills floating in the furnace.

If others saw this, they would be shocked, because this is no ordinary elixir.

While others refine elixirs and spiritual medicines, he is forging the entire universe in his furnace.

There were no immortal herbs or elixirs inside the alchemy furnace. Clumps of hazy, flowing light and mist floated quietly. Upon closer inspection, each clump of light and mist contained numerous vast universes.

The Milky Way rotates, the heavens unfold, mountains and rivers, star seas, all races and living beings, and the changing of eras are all constantly operating within the nascent soul.

When others refine elixirs, they only refine rare and precious herbs and medicinal treasures. But inside this elixir furnace, countless universes are being created.

Each pill, once formed, represents the completion of many great universes.

This old man wasn't refining elixirs; he was casually creating countless universes.

How powerful must this old man be to create countless universes with a flick of his wrist?

Deep within the boundless chaos lies a supreme divine land where fate and karma intertwine.

This place holds an endless river of destiny, with countless threads of cause and effect traversing the void. The fate, fortune, misfortune, rise and fall of all living beings are clearly revealed here. It is the ultimate realm that holds the power to govern the fate of all heavens and decide the destiny of all paths.

At the summit of the long river, stood a woman of unparalleled beauty.

She was tall and aloof, dressed in a luxurious black robe with dark gold patterns, her eyes and brows exuding a dignified and domineering aura.

She holds the reins of destiny, controls cause and effect, and judges the heavens.

The moment Jiang Hao's boundless Dao fluctuations washed over the river of fate.

The endless river of fate surged in an instant, and countless threads of cause and effect trembled!

The stunning woman's eyes flickered slightly, the sharpness in them fading, replaced by a complex and indescribable mix of emotions: melancholy, longing, and a hint of unspoken anticipation.

"You have finally appeared, transcending cause and effect, escaping fate, encompassing all paths, and free from constraints."

"During the long chaotic era of waiting, I have deduced your future countless times and witnessed countless silent endings."

"Fortunately, you have endured countless hardships and cultivated this unparalleled Dao fruit throughout history."

"We are intertwined, fate has already bound us together, and we will meet again someday."

In the boundless chaos, in another supreme temple, the boundless divine radiance never fades.

This place seems to be in charge of all rules, the laws of reincarnation, and the judgment of good and evil. All things must follow the order, and no one is allowed to violate the rules and order.

The void was churning and surging, with countless fragments of shattered planes floating silently all around, and the waves of the river of time flowing without a sound.

On the highest throne of order in the temple sat a supreme and divine figure.

This was a young man who looked to be in his thirties. His long, black hair was casually tied up with a single, warm white jade hairpin. He had a handsome face, but his brows held an undeniable domineering and dignified air, exuding authority without anger.

A dark imperial robe hung down, the fabric seemingly formed from the initial chaos, with golden light hidden in the cuffs and hem. Upon closer inspection, the patterns were a microcosm of countless creatures multiplying, thriving, and fighting, with thousands of civilizations rising and falling in the fabric's texture.

An ancient round mirror hangs at the waist, its surface alternating between light and shadow, with countless parallel universes and myriad reincarnations flashing by in the mirror.

As Jiang Hao's boundless Dao fluctuations, encompassing all Daos and transcending everything, spread out, the ancient mirror at his waist suddenly trembled, and the light and shadow of countless worlds on the mirror surface violently fluctuated.

The young man looked up toward the direction of the heavens of the stars, his handsome face displaying a complex mix of emotions.

"You've finally taken this step, so please don't blame me..."

An infinitely distant void, without up or down, without front or back, without time or future.

An endless, hazy sea of ​​light stretches across the ages; this place is the origin of the prison.

The so-called origin of the prison encompasses all time and space, all dimensions, countless multiverses, and all civilizations and beings in the world in which it exists.

The eternal river that is supreme in the eyes of the world, which runs through all ages and is the infinite gate that carries endless worlds, is all born within the prison origin of all supreme systems in the heavens, without exception.

The prison has no physical form, no boundaries, no beginning or end; it is a collection of ultimate rules that operate on its own, are perpetually closed, and imprison everything.

The countless universes, dimensions, and galaxies, like tiny floating bubbles, constantly rise and fall, are born, prosper, and perish within this gray light.

No matter how high a being cultivates to, or how many ages it struggles, everything it can reach remains within the closed loop of the prison's rules, and it can never truly break free.

It is formless and intangible, yet omnipresent; it is the ultimate shackle that suppresses and imprisons all existence in the world.

In the center of the sea of ​​light, a figure sat quietly cross-legged. He was dressed in a simple white martial arts outfit, the fabric plain and without any Dao patterns or divine radiance. He looked like a young martial artist with a peaceful face and deep eyes.

He sat cross-legged at the core of the prison's origin, half of his body made of flesh and blood, and the other half already merged with the hazy mist of the origin's light.

Countless streams of gray primordial energy penetrated his limbs and bones, then spread outward from his body, connecting with the myriad universes within the prison.

At this moment, he is struggling with the very essence of the prison, vying for dominance.

He wanted to devour the origin, control the cage, completely break this closed-loop rule, and find the path to true transcendence.

But the very essence of the prison was also subtly eroding his will, trying to assimilate him, to turn him into the keeper of the cage, and to permanently maintain the order that imprisons all things.

When that boundless Dao wave, encompassing all laws and transcending everything, crossed the endless void and entered this gray ocean of light.

The countless floating cosmic bubbles vibrated violently, and the continuous gray primordial air currents surged wildly.

The middle-aged martial artist slowly raised his eyes, his deep gaze piercing through layers of thick gray light, looking towards the direction of the Heavens of Chen.

His usually calm and composed face suddenly shone brightly, and his eyes surged with an excitement that had been suppressed for millennia.

"Finally, it's done... You've embarked on this unique path, one of a kind throughout history."

"Encompassing all paths, embracing all phenomena, and ultimately transcending everything—yes, only you can achieve this."

He recalled the young man in black who had taught him when he first started cultivating, and a happy look of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, senior, I can't help you anymore."

The young man shook his head and sighed. He knew that once this fluctuation of the Great Dao appeared, many people would be unable to sleep, but unfortunately, he was currently unable to leave at all.

In the boundless chaos, there exists a special realm among the heavens.

At this moment, in the ancient paradise of this supreme divine realm of all heavens, stood a majestic and domineering supreme figure.

This was a domineering and majestic middle-aged man, whose plain white robes of gods hung down, with thousands of great Dao patterns running through the hem of his robes. Countless divine kingdoms, great worlds, and star-river dimensions rose and fell within the patterns.

His long, black hair was naturally flowing down his back, his face was dignified without anger, and his eyes held the rise and fall of the divine realm throughout the ages.

Countless phantom images of divine elephants faintly emerged around his body, crawling and floating.

On the back of the man's body, boundless black demonic mist slowly rose, and the outline of an unparalleled true demon was vaguely revealed in the depths of darkness. Light and darkness were of the same origin and intertwined with each other.

The very essence of the heavens trembled, and all laws and divine authority bowed down to this figure.

When Jiang Hao's Dao, which surpassed everything and transcended all others, swept in...

The supreme ruler's face instantly turned extremely gloomy, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his domineering aura of destruction raged wildly, causing the entire heavens where he was located to tremble violently!

"It's you! You're still alive! How can you not be dead?!"

"Weren't you supposed to have long since vanished into the river of time, reduced to dust? How did you manage to survive under those circumstances?!"

"Why are you still alive! But you have no chance. Even if I give it my all, I will never give you a chance to grow!"

"Moreover, those beings won't let you survive; they will definitely make their move..."

The domineering and intense killing intent shook the boundless void!