Meanwhile, in the Primordial Chaos Realm's High Heaven, a terrifying powerhouse who once ruled over all Immortal Dao Worlds — now imprisoned within a white cube room, pierced through by thousand lightning spears serving as an eternal punishment from the heavens above — suddenly opened his eyes, which had remained shut for countless eras.
A flicker of shock flashed within those ancient, indifferent eyes.
Across numerous Heavenly Dao Worlds under a particular Immortal Dao World, one of his clones had somehow concealed itself using a mysterious treasure — a treasure so profound that even he could no longer locate it. This, however, was not the source of his true shock. What truly unsettled him was the recent, inexplicable event: countless beings across those Heavenly Dao Worlds had perished, yet not a single soul entered reincarnation.
Even more terrifying, their entire existence had been devoured, leaving not a trace of karmic filth, resentment, or even the faintest wisp of negative energy — the very energy required to open passages to the Abyss Realm.
He could always sense the coordinates of all his clones at all times. Yet this particular clone had suddenly vanished from his senses, obscured by that strange treasure. Whether the clone remained in the Heavenly Dao World or had already ascended to the Immortal Dao World, he could not tell. In the past, he had briefly observed this clone producing a peculiar treasure, though he hadn't paid much attention at the time.
But now — a treasure capable of devouring existence itself? Such power could only be compared to a Origin Dao Emperor Treasure, a weapon equal to his own peak power in the distant past.
"How could one of my clones possibly create something so terrifying?"
For the first time in countless years, unease crept into his heart.
"It seems… something beyond my understanding is happening with this clone."
He shifted his gaze into the void, recalling the true hierarchy of power. Above Primordial Immortal Emperor lies the realm of those who can traverse freely within the Primordial Chaos Realm itself — the Origin Dao Lord, the Origin Dao Emperor, and at the very peak, the Origin Dao Ancestor.
Before his imprisonment, he had already set a grand plan in motion — a plan spanning countless epochs. Severing half of his soul, he split it into countless fragments, each reincarnated into different Heavenly Dao Worlds. These fragments, reborn as independent clones, would cultivate and develop their own consciousness. Some would inevitably perish, while a select few would ascend to become peak powerhouses within the Immortal Great Dao Worlds.
Once a clone reached the Primordial Immortal Realm, its newly formed Origin would directly link back to his own true Origin, allowing him to hijack the clone's body and soul completely. Through this method, he would silently seize control of various Immortal Dao Worlds — until the moment came when all Immortal Great Dao Worlds were his to command.
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At that point, even the Universe Will itself would have no choice but to either release him from his eternal prison — or face total annihilation.
So far, only 75 of his clones had successfully reached the Primordial Immortal Realm and fallen under his complete control. Many others had perished, while the rest had not yet reached the necessary level.
That aside, the recent disappearance of countless beings — along with the treasure his clone had created — was something he quickly connected, thanks to the terrifying intelligence he had honed after countless eras of imprisonment, silently watching the flow of time.
He needed that treasure — and if there was even the slightest chance it held a method to shatter his seal prematurely, it was worth any cost.
Even though the clone was hidden beyond his perception and remained outside his direct control below the Primordial Immortal Realm, there was still one connection he could exploit — soul telepathy. All clones, no matter how independent they became, were ultimately fragments of his own soul.
Without hesitation, he began formulating a new plan — one centered around subtly guiding this clone, Xu Tianran, to ascend to the Primordial Immortal Realm as quickly as possible. Once that threshold was crossed, the clone's Origin would form — and at that moment, he could seize everything, including the treasure he so desperately desired.
At the same time, in the Immortal Great Dao World, Xu Tianran was still immersed in joy after seeing his system window when his mind suddenly jolted. Out of nowhere, an ancient voice echoed directly into his soul — a voice so profound and unfathomable that Xu Tianran instinctively knew this wasn't something he could provoke.
He didn't dare respond, simply listening in silence.
The voice spoke:
"I am Tian Mozi, a Origin Dao Emperor who resides within the Primordial Chaos Realm. I have just emerged from seclusion and scanned countless Dao Worlds, only to discover an extraordinary talent. Boy, are you willing to become my disciple?"
Hearing this, Xu Tianran's first reaction was overwhelming suspicion.
'This is too coincidental! Right after that whole mass disappearance incident, some ancient being suddenly contacts me? Asking me to be his disciple? This has to be related somehow!'
'It must be because of my system — to him, it might seem like a true treasure even in the eyes of an Origin Dao Emperor. Even though I used the system's concealment function, I should have known that some ancient monsters would eventually sense something strange. But this guy… if he really was a supreme Dao Emperor, and if he had truly found me, he would have already descended to seize the treasure directly. Since that hasn't happened, there are only two possibilities — either he truly can't locate my exact position, or this is all a scheme to trick me. There's no way he genuinely wants to take me as a disciple. With this, I can confirm that even the strongest beings cannot casually break through the system's Heavenly Concealment. This so-called Origin Dao Emperor is clearly trying to scam me — all for the sake of obtaining my system, the treasure capable of erasing existence itself.'
Suspicion thickened in Xu Tianran's mind.
Meanwhile, in the Primordial Chaos Realm, the true powerhouse who sent the voice transmission — the real Tian Mozi — found himself in an unexpected awkward situation.
Any other genius, upon hearing such an ancient voice calling itself a Dao Emperor, would immediately kowtow while smashing their forehead into the ground, overwhelmed by gratitude and awe. Yet this kid remained utterly silent.
'What's going on? …Does this brat actually suspect me or what?!'