Tianlong World, Mantuo Villa.
Murong Fu prayed devoutly, feeling nervous, anxious, and full of anticipation.
Suddenly.
Above the sky, the wind and clouds changed dramatically.
The jade altar emitted dazzling divine light, and the patterns on it seemed to come alive. The sacrificial animals on it roared deafeningly at this moment.
Bang, bang, bang.
The ropes that bound them snapped abruptly at this moment.
"What's going on?"
Murong Fu was shocked, not understanding what happened. Did the gods disapprove?
Before he could think further, the sacrificial animals suddenly soared into the sky.
As they flew into the sky, golden light radiated from their bodies, their size continuously expanded, and their aura continuously strengthened.
Even Murong Fu, who had reached the Grandmaster cultivation level, felt a sense of suffocation.
Li Qingluo, Bao Butong, and others were even worse, prostrating on the ground, terrified.
Moo.
Accompanied by a high-pitched moo, the ox transformed into a hundred-meter giant beast, radiating endless divine light. A sacred aura permeated and swept in all directions, like a bovine god.
Immediately after, the two large roosters' bodies expanded dramatically, their feathers transforming into two hundred-meter-winged azure luan, and the powerful might of divine beasts filled every inch of space.
The other sheep, dogs, and all the sacrificial animals transformed into divine beasts.
The five grains transformed, shimmering with divine light, full of vitality, and exuding a refreshing fragrance.
Gold, silver, jewels, and jade transformed into powerful divine gold and divine jade.
Countless martial arts secret manuals shattered, turning into golden, dazzling runes.
These runes converged into a sacred halo, and countless martial arts profound meanings manifested within it.
Murong Fu, Bao Butong, and other martial artists saw the sacred halo as if they saw the Dao, the end of martial arts.
"A miracle... This is a true miracle!"
"The great God of Primordial Chaos has revealed himself!"
"My heavens, the sacrificial animals have turned into such terrifying divine beasts? The five grains have also become divine grains... Is this the power of a god?"
"It's too terrifying!"
Everyone was stunned.
Although they recited the "Contemplation Method" and knew that the God of Primordial Chaos was a true god, the scene before them still overturned their worldview.
Everyone knelt on the ground, prostrating themselves, kowtowing repeatedly, trembling all over, both excited and terrified.
"These oxen, sheep, pigs, and dogs have all turned into divine beasts. What about my cousin and the others..."
Murong Fu looked towards Wang Yuyan and Ah Zhu. He saw Wang Yuyan and Ah Zhu slowly rising into the air, enveloped in endless divine light, their aura rapidly increasing, surpassing those divine beasts in an instant.
Wang Yuyan, in a white dress, with a melon seed face, willow-leaf eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, was serene and elegant, with long hair flowing down to her waist like a waterfall.
Her skin was like congealed fat, fair and delicate.
Her figure was like a swaying willow, graceful and captivating.
Endless divine light radiated from her, making her appear like an immortal fairy, sacred and inviolable.
Even the surrounding mountain-like divine beasts could only submit and tremble before her.
The surrounding space twisted, and terrifying cracks appeared.
And Ah Zhu, in a red dress, was exceptionally beautiful, with a faint smile on her face, standing beside Wang Yuyan, equally graceful and unparalleled in demeanor.
"Did Yuyan become a god?"
Li Qingluo's eyes widened, filled with both surprise and envy. She wished she could sacrifice herself.
Unfortunately, she wasn't qualified.
It wasn't just her.
Even Murong Fu had the urge to sacrifice himself.
It was too damn terrifying.
Ordinary pigs, dogs, cattle, and chickens had turned into divine beasts.
Wang Yuyan and Ah Zhu ascended to heaven in one step; even if they weren't gods, they were close.
"Boom!"
Just then, a tremendous sound suddenly echoed between heaven and earth, like a thunderclap, shaking the soul.
Murong Fu, Li Qingluo, and other believers of Hongmeng suddenly felt an inexplicable sensation.
The God of Primordial Chaos had descended.
Rumble.
A massive bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the sky, and dark clouds churned as if something was about to break free from within.
A terrifying aura flowed down from the firmament, twisting the void, slowing down time, and solidifying the air.
Boom.
Thunder exploded.
Mountains swayed.
Heaven and earth trembled.
Everyone felt a roaring in their ears.
They raised their heads in terror, the firmament torn open by a rift.
Spanning heaven and earth.
Like an abyss.
Profound.
Pitch-black.
Mysterious.
No one knew how long this abyss tearing through the sky was, nor did anyone know what kind of powerful and terrifying force it was.
Their breathing became rapid, their hearts raced, and they felt an inexplicable fear and unease, as if something truly terrifying was descending.
Buzz.
Suddenly, a wisp of divine light shot out from the crack in the firmament, dispelling the darkness and gloom, illuminating the sky and the earth.
A terrifying aura subtly permeated from the crack.
Unparalleled.
Unimaginable.
Incomprehensible.
Murong Fu prostrated himself, his body trembling.
Fear.
Excitement.
Thrilled.
Anxious.
His gaze became even more devout.
His heart became even more reverent.
This was the God of Primordial Chaos.
Even before fully manifesting, he possessed terrifying power that could destroy heaven and earth.
All things bowed down.
The firmament trembled.
At this moment.
The crack spanning the firmament changed again. A wisp of divine light was like one giving birth to two, two giving birth to three, and three giving birth to all things.
In an instant.
A wisp of divine light transformed into endless divine light, illuminating heaven and earth, manifesting an infinite sea of chaos.
In the sea of chaos, chaotic energy surged.
Indescribable.
Unfathomable.
There was no time there.
There was no space there.
There was no life there.
It was the origin of the universe and heaven and earth.
It was the ultimate destination of all living beings.
A great figure, shrouded in divine light, whose face could not be seen, sat in the sea of chaos, like the center of chaos, the center of the universe and heaven and earth.
As he breathed, the sea of chaos undulated, and one great universe after another was born, then perished, returning to chaos.
He sat there, like an ancient, eternal deity, overlooking all beings in heaven and earth.
Unimaginably terrifying.
Indescribably powerful.
No one could see how tall he was, nor could anyone describe how vast he was.
The universe and heaven and earth were like specks of dust before him.
Shaolin Temple, Sutra Depository.
Clatter.
The Sweeping Monk raised his head in fear, his broom broken, his worldview shattered.
He had reached the pinnacle of this world, yet he could not imagine what kind of existence this was.
Perhaps it was not human at all.
But a god.
Most high and great.
Most strong and sacred.
A god above all living beings.
Terrifying.
Indescribably terrifying.
Unimaginably terrifying.
Even the legendary Buddha was probably no more than this, right?
The Sweeping Monk gazed at the anomaly manifesting in the sky, and terrifying waves of aura swept over him one after another.
And he was like a lone boat in a tsunami, small, pitiful, and helpless.
Despair.
Fear.
His body trembled, and his heart was terrified.
He hadn't experienced this in how many years.
In the ethereal, a voice resonated in his heart.
Surrender.
Only by surrendering can one find liberation.
Only by surrendering can one find freedom.
Only by surrendering can one find salvation.
At the same time.
A divine name surfaced in his mind.
God of Primordial Chaos.
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