140: Chaos Star Lord

The brand of the new sequence Law, like the most intricate shackle, silently embedded itself into the core of existence of every sequence unit.

Restlessness and unease were forcibly smoothed away, replaced by a deep, periodic restraint.

More than a third of the sequence units entered their first deep slumber in accordance with the contract, like a receding tide, temporarily sheathing their sharp edges, turning into groups of silent sculptures throughout Mo City and specific areas of the Star Pivot.

The operational rhythm of the entire Dynasty seemed to slow down accordingly.

However, this was not weakness, but dormancy; a necessary process for a longer, more stable existence.

Beyond those in slumber, more sequence units operated efficiently under Mo Yuan's cold will, executing the integration and assimilation following the conquest.

The Star Pivot, the former main hall of the Star Palace, was undergoing a monumental yet silent transformation.

The Corrosion Gold Ant Queen led a massive swarm of worker ants, like a black tide, engulfing the magnificent halls and pavilions that bore the accumulated legacy of the Star Palace over ten thousand years.

They were not destroying, but... devouring and rebuilding.

The spirit-energy-rich star glazed tiles, the jade floor tiles engraved with Formations, and even the giant star statues all turned into basic resource streams amidst the rustling gnawing of the ant swarm, being continuously transported back to the furnaces of Mo City.

And upon the ruins of the original Star Palace's Artifact Refining halls, pill pavilions, and scripture halls, massive buildings with completely different styles, filled with cold metallic textures and biological living characteristics, were rising from the ground.

These were the [Biological Star Crystal Furnaces], [Genetic Talisman Assembly Lines], [Law Analysis Towers]... the industrial claws of the sequence Dynasty, greedily sucking the nutrients from the Star Palace's legacy and converting them into energy and materials purer and more suitable for sequence evolution.

The remaining Cultivators of the Star Palace worked numbly in the gaps between these cold creations.

They were either organized into resource collection teams, mining the mineral veins around the Star Pivot under the surveillance of sequence units; or sent to the [Indoctrination Nest], where, under the illusions woven by the Dream-Weaving Jellyfish and the infusion of Laws from the Sentient Thunder Codex, they slowly and firmly reshaped their thoughts, weeding out the disobedient and screening for new blood that might be compatible with the demonic liquid.

Fear and despair still permeated, but they had gradually been replaced by a numb obedience.

Mo Yuan's figure would occasionally appear at the highest point of the Star Pivot—the stargazing platform that once belonged to the Star Palace Master, now transformed into a cold command tower.

He overlooked the Star Domain below that was being rapidly "Mo-fied," watching as the traces of the Star Palace were erased bit by bit, the order of the sequence like spreading shadows, covering everything.

In his hand, the Jade Slip of the Star Forging Divinity Art constantly emitted a faint light.

With the assistance of the artifact spirit, the deduction and integration of this core secret technique of the Star Palace progressed rapidly.

His Divine Sense became increasingly resilient and vast under the tempering of star power, and his perception of the Laws of this Star Domain became increasingly clear.

To some extent, he was absorbing the most essential legacy of the Star Palace and, in a more domineering and efficient way, becoming the new master of the "stars" in this Star Domain.

On this day, when the last iconic main hall of the Star Palace was completely decomposed and devoured by the worker ant swarm, and when the sequence factory cluster in the core area of the Star Pivot completed its final parallel connection, emitting a low and unified hum—

Led by the original Star Palace Master, all surviving Elders and the Disciples retained after screening, totaling one million, were once again assembled on that huge Central Plaza.

They looked up at the figure standing with hands behind his back on the command tower, a figure whose silhouette was blurred yet radiated a heavy pressure like a star core, their eyes filled with complex emotions: fear, awe, humiliation, and a trace of forced, twisted recognition.

The Star Palace Master's face was haggard, his eyes dull; he took a deep breath, as if using the strength of his entire life, and was the first to kneel down, shouting in an incomparably respectful yet deathly dull tone:

"Remnants of the Star Pivot, welcome the Divine Lord!"

"May the Mo lands be forever secure, may the Divine Lord reign forever!"

Behind him, a million Cultivators, like toppled dominoes, knelt down in unison, a vast black sea of people, their voices converging into a dull yet massive torrent, echoing over the now unrecognizable Star Pivot:

"Welcome the Divine Lord!"

"May the Mo lands be forever secure, may the Divine Lord reign forever!"

This time, it was no longer forced submission, but in a sense... a formal declaration.

A declaration of the complete end of the Star Palace era, a declaration of the sequence Dynasty's indisputable right to rule over this place.

Mo Yuan's indifferent gaze swept over the kneeling masses below, and he slowly raised a hand.

With his movement, all sequence units floating throughout the Star Pivot—whether active or dormant—seemed to be injected with energy simultaneously; the soul fire in the eye sockets of the Thunderwood Ghost General blazed, the tentacles of the Thunder Abyss Octopus danced, and even the Starry Sky Whale in slumber emitted a low, resonant hum as if in response!

The murderous Aura of the million sequences soared into the sky, intertwining with the voices of submission from the million Cultivators, forming a majestic Aura that shook the Star Sea!

[Million Sequence Legion]! Here, formally formed!

"From this day forth," Mo Yuan's voice was not loud, yet it clearly overpowered all noise, passing into the Sea of Consciousness of every living being like a Law, "In this domain, I am the Supreme."

"Title: Chaotic Star Divine Lord."

As the four words fell, they seemed to trigger a resonance with some kind of heaven and earth Law.

Above the Star Pivot, thousands of stars seemed to tremble slightly because of it.

The high-hanging flag of the Thunder magic bottle fluttered loudly, radiating brilliant light!

Chaotic Star Divine Lord! This was not a self-proclaimed title, but an honorific established by strength and rule, recognized by the Laws of this Star Domain!

The Star Palace Master and the Elders buried their heads even lower, their bodies trembling slightly, completely recognizing the reality.

Mo Yuan—Chaotic Star Divine Lord Mo Yuan, withdrew his gaze and turned to walk into the depths of the command tower.

The conquest was complete, and order had been established.

The Chaotic Star Sea had welcomed its new and only Dominator.

But his journey was far from over.

The Star Pivot under his feet was merely the starting point.

The million sequences were not the end either.

That boundless deep space, the Zerg in the Void Realm, the high-dimensional game, and... Han Li's unfathomable intentions and the cracks on the green bottle...

All were waiting.

And he would lead his Sequence Legion, in this Chaotic Star, to carve out a path... a Divine Lord's path that belonged only to him.