I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 3125 - 1485: The Great Battle in Chaos

"So in the end, everything was a trap."

"From the instant I started cultivating the Li Flame Heavenly Demon Technique, I was already a fish that had bitten your bait."

"Is now the time to yank the hook?"

Hei Shen Daoist Monarch struggled and surfaced at the edge of the Apocalypse Great Mill, his face ashen, finally having figured out the ’truth’.

Why, in a Universe so vast, did Chen Mobai just happen to show up in time to rescue the Xuanhu arena’s group from his hands? Because he himself was the target Chen Mobai wanted to capture.

Now that the Destruction Tribulation is spreading, and the many Daoist Monarchs and Great Ability experts of the Central arena are suppressing the source of Annihilation at the Mystic Palace’s core, it is the perfect moment for the Demon Lord’s True Body to break free. He can take this chance to draw in and devour all qualified Three Thousand Demon Paths placed outside, Condensing Primordial Power.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Chen Mobai only looked utterly baffled. As the properly orthodox heir of a Dao Venerable, and now the master of Purple Cloud Palace, it was absolutely impossible for him to be the Demon Lord.

Just now it was merely a small mishap that caused this Apocalypse Great Mill to go a bit out of control.

If Chen Mobai were to do it again, he should be able to keep Hei Shen Daoist Monarch from being devoured.

But no matter what he said, Hei Shen Daoist Monarch had already decided that he was the Demon Lord.

If he’s not the Demon Lord, how could he enter Primordial Heaven?

If he’s not the Demon Lord, how could he drive the Apocalypse Great Mill?

If he’s not the Demon Lord, who would go Harmonization Saintly Virtue?

Once Saintly Virtue is completed, the Demon Lord’s Primordial aspect is basically on the verge of completion as well.

Realizing this, Hei Shen Daoist Monarch immediately began to plead bitterly: "Senior Demon Lord, this junior has had a hard path of cultivation to get this far, I beg you, don’t erase my True Spirit..."

Having been swallowed into the Apocalypse Great Mill, Hei Shen Daoist Monarch was already a part of the Primordial Demon Path. Though he still retained his own consciousness, he had already become an External Incarnation of the Demon Lord, and from now on could only obey orders.

He’d heard before that the Demon Lord Seventy-Two Forms, many of them were transformed from Harmonization True Immortals of the Purple Cloud Universe who cultivated the Demon Path. He hadn’t expected such an ending to fall on himself. Hei Shen Daoist Monarch deeply regretted having originally contemplated the Li Flame Heavenly Demon Method.

It was only because, back then, the Central arena had said the Demon Lord had been Sealed by the Taixu Ancestor that Hei Shen Daoist Monarch dared to do so.

Looking at things now, wasn’t it that the Central arena and the Demon Lord had set up a game together?

Just as Hei Shen Daoist Monarch was thinking this way, Chen Mobai couldn’t be bothered explaining.

Believe it or not.

Anyway, he was not the Demon Lord.

The true Demon Lord had long since appeared in the Three Realms.

"Can this one still be let out?" Chen Mobai conversed with the Apocalypse Great Mill’s Artifact Spirit, and this action made Hei Shen Daoist Monarch all the more convinced of his judgment.

Apocalypse Great Mill: "Yes. If you plant in a Primordial Demon Talisman and then activate me, I can release him as one of your External Incarnations."

Hearing this, Hei Shen Daoist Monarch shivered uncontrollably, while Chen Mobai was left speechless.

To be fair, if anyone else were going through this exact scene, they would also think he was the Demon Lord.

"Forget it, this fellow brought it on himself. If you swallowed him then so be it, I’ve got more important things to do..."

Chen Mobai remembered the purpose of his trip, lifted his hand off the Apocalypse Great Mill, and with a sweep of his sleeve departed from Primordial Heaven.

By Chen Mobai’s former habit, any wild Innate Treasure, he would certainly take away. But as for the Apocalypse Great Mill, he did not dare do so.

After all, there may be many Demon Lords, but the thing that represents the Demon Lord’s source is only this single Innate Treasure.

If he brought it back to the Three Realms, that would clearly be provisioning the enemy.

If he took it back to the Immortal Gate, Chen Mobai rather feared the Immortal Gate might in the future be tainted by demons and turned into a Demon Path Sacred Land.

So leaving it here in Primordial Heaven was still best.

Presumably it was precisely for this reason that, despite Purple Cloud Palace having so much Pure Yang, they had never taken the Apocalypse Great Mill from here.

With silver light flickering, Chen Mobai had already returned to the Cosmic Starry Sky, but by transiting through Primordial Heaven, he had arrived directly at the Mystic Palace.

Very quickly, through the Authority of the Saintly Virtue Great Dao, he sensed endless Mana converging, with many Great Dao Dharma Aspects manifesting there.

That place was obviously the core of the Destruction Tribulation suppressed by the Taixu True King.

Because the Void here had already been corroded by Annihilation, Chen Mobai didn’t dare to teleport. He could only drive the Primordial Yang Sword, transforming into a Saintly Virtue River, cleaving open the tribulation qi as he headed toward the locus.

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At the same time, in the Outer Heaven Chaos.

Three vast Dharma Aspects erupted with world-shocking Divine Skills, bringing to an end an incomparably tragic great battle in this place of voided silence that is neither illusory nor real, neither life nor death, without light or darkness, without above or below, where only the eternal Chaotic Qi flows.

The Generation Emperor no longer retained any of his former majesty; the Pure Yang divine radiance enshrouding his body had grown dim and mottled, like a candle guttering in the wind.

He had manifested the Jade Dragon True Body, yet it was shattered and incomplete. The light of Xuanhuang and destiny barely burned across the imperial form, outlining a dragon-shaped body covered in cracks, within which one could glimpse scenes of Star River collapse.

The Sword in his hand was already broken; the chains of destiny Order were occasionally still intact enough to bind the two opponents before him, but most of them were covered in fissures, snapping one after another with creaking sounds.

Yet the Generation Emperor’s eyes remained calm and imposing, staring straight at the Demon Lord and Bai Guang.

With a snap!

A pitch-black Innate Slaughter Sword emerged from Bai Guang’s glabella, hacking down upon the chains that bound him.

In that instant, the Generation Emperor, whose Dao had been exhausted, could no longer resist with his own strength.

Amid crisp cracking sounds, the chains of destiny Order in front of Bai Guang were all slashed into along their fractures by that pitch-black Slaughter Sword Qi, more and more cracks spreading like the lines of porcelain smashed upon the floor.

With a thunderous boom, the chains shattered like a broken Xing Yun, turning into gleaming radiance within the Chaos.