To speak the truth, the Lord of Chen was a master of the world’s gravity, wielding the Gravity Ball with such command that he seemed godlike—his power beyond the reach of mere mortals. The legends of the Primordial Gods were but whispers, insignificant before the might of his world prop.
"If the gods truly walk this realm, then with my Gravity Ball, I will crush them," he declared, his voice resonating with unshakable confidence.
"Indeed, my lord," one of his generals affirmed. "Your power surpasses all. What ancient gods can stand before you?"
"Indeed," another echoed. "Chen Guo commands millions, with territories stretching beyond comprehension. What can a mere Primordial God do against such overwhelming might?"
"Hah, should that god dare show itself," Lord Chen Guo laughed, his eyes glinting with arrogance, "we shall see if the so-called gods are as invincible as they claim."
The ministers and generals, many of whom had bloodied their hands countless times, scoffed at the notion of ancient gods. For them, gods were but legends, forgotten relics of a past world. They believed the gods had long since vanished, leaving only tales in their wake. The idea of confronting such beings seemed almost laughable.
But fate had a way of shattering the most confident of illusions.
At that moment, a soldier burst into the hall, his face ashen with panic. "My lord... a Primordial God approaches!"
The room fell silent. Just moments ago, they had mocked the very notion of ancient gods. But now, as the words hung in the air, the realization struck like a thunderclap.
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"Primordial gods?!" Guozhu Chen's voice cracked with disbelief.
Before anyone could react, they rushed out to witness the impossible.
A monstrous presence loomed in the distance.
The very earth seemed to tremble beneath their feet. What they saw could not be described by mere words.
A figure towered before them—an ancient god, vast and incomprehensible, its form stretching beyond the limits of imagination. Its massive toes alone could have crushed entire armies. The figure's knees rose into the clouds, its body a mountain of primeval strength.
Even describing it as towering did not do it justice. It was as if the heavens themselves had opened and released a force that dwarfed them all.
This was not a myth; this was no longer a tale of the gods—it was real. A Primordial God had emerged from the Forbidden Land.
Guozhu Chen and his generals, once brimming with arrogance and hubris, now stood frozen in awe. The sight before them shattered their courage, and their blood ran cold. The colossal being radiated such an oppressive aura that even the mighty Chen Guo army, famed for their power, felt like ants beneath its shadow.
No one spoke. The air was thick with fear, and for the first time, they understood the true meaning of power—a force so overwhelming that their ambitions and bravado meant nothing before it.
Then, as the silence stretched unbearably, a voice, deep and resonant as thunder, boomed across the land. It was as though the heavens themselves had spoken, echoing a divine decree.
The ancient god raised an artifact—one of unimaginable power. A wave of energy surged from it, and the earth seemed to shudder beneath its might.
Boom!
In an instant, a blinding mist descended upon the capital—an icy veil of terror. The frost spread like a plague, turning the air to ice, freezing everything it touched.
The land of Chen Guocheng was encased in a deadly shroud. The villages, the city walls, the very streets—everything was frozen in place. People, animals, trees—nothing was spared. It was as if the very essence of life had been sucked from the world.
The cold was unbearable, so intense that it felt as if the heart of the world had turned to stone. Within moments, the entire capital was turned into a frozen wasteland, the once proud city now a monument to the futility of mortal arrogance.