313: Chapter 313 Dao Lord Realm

Pure nothingness transformed into an invisible rift.

At the edges of the rift, even the concept of "existence" was twisting and fading—attempting to completely erase the existence of the two from the very Origin, ensuring they had never appeared in this Universe...

Dozens of terrifying attacks surpassing the Dao Lord Realm wove together in the Void Realm to form an airtight net of certain death, ensnaring all the murderous intent and malice between heaven and earth, completely sealing off all paths of retreat for Chu Changsheng and Chu Changsheng.

The instant their powers collided, even time twisted and fractured under this terrifying pressure.

The dimensional crevice let out an unbearable groan, as if it might completely collapse and return to nothingness at any moment.

Chu Changsheng remained standing where he was.

His plain white Dao robe snapped in the energy storm, the hem fluttering, yet he showed not the slightest panic—as if the net of certain death before him were merely a gentle breeze blowing past.

He brushed his hand, which had been resting on Chu Changsheng's head, and a soft yet resilient white light suddenly erupted.

This white light was not a power of slaughter, but carried the warmth and protection of the Dao, like a mother's embrace, instantly wrapping around Chu Changsheng.

With a flash of white light, it carried Chu Changsheng's body, transforming into a stream of light, and sent him into a deeper dimensional crevice—avoiding the brunt of the frontal assault and disappearing from the perception of all the existences.

After doing all this, he slowly raised his head.

A faint glint of sharpness flashed in his starry eyes.

This sharpness vanished in an instant, but it was keener than the sharpest divine sword—as if it could sever all Laws and cleave through all Chaos.

"Since you have all come—"

He spoke, his voice as calm as if stating an established fact:

"Then stay here forever."

The moment his voice fell, Chu Changsheng pressed his fingers together like a sword.

His fingers were slender and straight, showing no strange phenomena, yet they seemed to condense the power of the entire sea of stars—as he made a light swipe toward the Chaos cloud ahead.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

There were no world-destroying phenomena.

There was only a seemingly plain white mark—like drawing a boundary of "reality" in the Void Realm, carrying a kind of ultimate order, as it slowly swept across the Void Realm.

The moment the manic Chaos cloud collided with the white mark—it was as if ice and snow were melting under the scorching sun, emitting a sizzling sound, and it began to "become ordered" at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Those chaotic Law fragments were forcibly put back into place, no longer conflicting with each other.

Those contradictory powers containing "existence" and "non-existence" were completely smoothed out, transforming into the purest Dao essence.

That mass of Chaos, which would make even a Dao Lord Realm expert feel their Dao Heart collapsing—actually transformed rapidly under this seemingly plain white mark, turning into the purest energy particles containing no Impurities, and dissipated into nothingness.

Not even a trace of chaotic aura remained.

"Puff—" A wail that seemed to originate from the depths of the Soul drifted out from the energy particles—filled with endless pain and despair.

The fluctuations of the Chaos cloud instantly withered by more than half, and its originally manic aura became feeble.

Clearly, it had suffered heavy damage, its very Origin severely injured, and it would be unable to pose a threat for some time.

"You!" The other existences were all shocked at the sight.

The gazes that had originally locked onto Chu Changsheng were instantly filled with incredible horror.

No one had expected—that a Clone projection of Chu Changsheng could so easily heavily injure an existence of the same level with a single strike!

Such strength had already exceeded their understanding.

It caused the dread in their hearts to instantly climb to the extreme.

Chu Changsheng did not stop.

His figure flashed in the Void Realm, as if merging into a flowing river of light—his feet had not moved, yet he had crossed an endless distance.

The next moment, he appeared before that patch of absolute darkness.

The indifference in his starry eyes turned into bone-chilling cold—as if he wanted to completely freeze this endless darkness.

He had condensed a long sword of Dao Laws in his hand, though it was unclear when.

The blade was as clear as ten-thousand-year-old glazed glass, showing no sharpness, yet it flowed with the most fundamental order and rhythm of all the heavens and myriad domains—every rise and fall of its patterns echoed the first sound of the Dao when heaven and earth first opened.

He swung the sword light—at times it transformed into a sky full of clear radiance, like a loving mother spreading her arms to protect her child, tightly binding that absolute darkness which sought to devour everything.

No matter how the power of world-destruction roared and crashed within the clear radiance, whipping up world-ending waves—in the end, it could only be melted away inch by inch, turning into the lightest Spiritual Qi that nourished the Void Realm, leaving not even a trace of baleful energy behind.

At other times, the sword tip suddenly condensed, erupting with a piercing, sharp light that severed Karma.

This sharpness was not a tool of slaughter, but the determination to see through falsehoods.

With just one strike, a crisp sound that shook the Divine Soul was heard—that beam of light which had frozen the ages of time and was enough to cause stars to perish, actually shattered like glazed glass!

Within the shattered starlight, the chaotic flow of time was instantly corrected, and the gaps between past and future quietly healed in the aftermath of the sword light.

At times, the sword body transformed into the boundless Void Realm, standing deep and steady like a mountain, immovable.

That terrifying rift which attempted to erase the existence of all things was gently enveloped by this Void Realm.

The shrill shrieking from the rift gradually subsided within this Dao essence that encompassed all things, and finally retreated like the tide—leaving not even a trace that it had ever existed.

One person.

One sword.

Amidst the Chaos and nothingness, facing the encirclement of dozens of supreme existences surpassing the Dao Lord Realm alone—he was actually at ease, not falling behind in the slightest!

His plain white Dao robe snapped and fluttered in the violent energy storm, the faint light stained on the hem of his clothes completely out of place with the surrounding rampaging power of destruction.

He was like a lonely peak standing amidst raging waves—no matter how the wind and rain beat upon it, it remained immovable.

The instant the sword light collided with the various terrifying powers, what should have been a roar that shattered the cosmos and caused dimensions to collapse, now eerily dissipated into invisibility.

There were only ripples of pale gold, with Chu Changsheng as the center, slowly spreading in all directions.

As each ripple passed, this Void Realm space, which had been beaten to pieces, emitted a faint humming—the chaotic Law order was being forcibly reshaped, gathered back into the rhythm of that long sword of Dao Laws.

It was as if all things between heaven and earth were meant to operate according to this trajectory.

Chu Changsheng's eyes remained calm, like an ancient well without ripples—as if the heaven-shocking encirclement before him were merely an ordinary trial on the path of the Dao.

His sword held not a shred of murderous intent.

As his sword moves rose and fell, they only carried the supreme Dao essence of "correction."

No matter how strange or powerful the opponent's power was—whether it was the dark fire that annihilated the Divine Soul, the starry cold crystal that froze the Laws, or the Void Realm rift that tore existence apart—under his sword light, they were all like wild horses reined in, forcibly dragged back to the "right track" from when heaven and earth first opened, unable to stir up even a fraction of a wave again.

"Madman! This Chu Changsheng is a madman!"

A roar mixed with shock and anger came from the depths of the absolute darkness.

The fear in this voice actually overwhelmed the monstrous murderous intent, shaking the surrounding Void Realm until it twisted:

"He is using battle to comprehend the Dao! He is using our Origin power to perfect his Dao of 'Chaos Longevity'!"

Once these words were spoken—the dozens of supreme existences surrounding him felt their hearts shudder, and a chill ran through their entire bodies.

Only then did they belatedly realize that every time they collided with Chu Changsheng's sword light, the Origin rules within their own bodies were being quietly analyzed and absorbed by an invisible force.

Those Profound Truths of the Dao that belonged solely to them, those true meanings of the Dao that they had spent endless ages to see through—had actually, unknowingly, become nutrients for Chu Changsheng's Dao of "Order."

He appeared to be passively defending, but in reality, he was proceeding step by step—using the entire battlefield as a furnace, using the dozens of existences surpassing the Dao Lord Realm as firewood—refining his own Dao!

"We cannot hold back anymore!"

"Attack with full force, kill him!"

The cold starry will let out a roar, and the determination in that voice made the entire Void Realm tremble.

The next moment, the offensives of all the existences instantly became violently peerless—no longer holding anything back.

In the Void Realm, the collision of terrifying powers became increasingly intense, blinding light tore through the Chaos, and even the dimensional barriers began to collapse over large areas.

Deep, bottomless rifts spread out like a spider web.

Deep within the rifts, time-space turbulence howled, sending forth sounds of destruction that made one's heart palpitate.

Chu Changsheng's figure wove through the attacks, which were as dense as a rainstorm.

His plain white Dao robe was finally stained with a faint trace of gold-red.

This was a sign that his immortal Origin power was beginning to be consumed.

The gold-red color, like the most noble divine blood, bloomed on the plain white fabric—appearing exceptionally jarring.

The slender, plain white figure finally showed a hint of sluggishness in the increasingly violent Law storm.

His sword light remained precise, still able to "correct" every incoming destructive energy.

But as he swung his sword, it no longer possessed the seamless perfection it had at the beginning.

The flowing Dao essence had a hint of sluggishness—as if even the flow of time had become heavy due to this continuous attrition.

On his plain white Dao robe, that smear of gold-red was like ink dropped into clear water, slowly but stubbornly spreading—from his shoulder, to his chest, and then to his cuffs.

Each inch of its spread signaled that even an immortal Origin could not remain permanently undamaged under such continuous, high-level attrition.

"He is reaching his limit!"

The existence in the absolute darkness captured this slight change and emitted a sharp mental wave.

In that fluctuation, there was an excitement mixed with greed and urgency:

"Hahaha! The Longevity God Lord who dominated the Primordial Era, now it seems—is nothing more than this!"

As these words fell, the surrounding offensives became more insidious and spared no cost.

Some burned their Origin, driving forbidden techniques, with flames that could burn the heavens and boil the seas rising around them.

Some tore their own Dao, trading it for a moment of supreme power—their bodies cracking inch by inch from the backlash of the Dao Laws.

"Attack with full force! As long as we kill this Clone of his and the Taichu Heaven Lord, the threat they pose to our race will be reduced by one point!"

The cold starry will roared again.

That beam of starlight which had frozen the ages no longer sought wide-area coverage, but instead collapsed with a boom, condensing into extremely sharp ice crystal spears.

The spear tips flashed with a cold light that froze time and space—actually tearing directly through the gaps of time and space, stabbing simultaneously at all of Chu Changsheng's vital points from the three dimensions of past, present, and future!

The rifts attempting to erase existence blossomed one after another in all directions around Chu Changsheng, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

This time, they did not seek to expand, but locked tightly onto that long sword of Dao Laws—constantly releasing fluctuations that twisted existence, just to interfere with the sword's rhythm of correction.

To make that Dao of Order—completely chaotic.