Chu Mo seemed to hear an ancient calling. In the next moment, he slowly opened his eyes. Then, he saw his grandfather from an incomprehensible distance away.

The old emperor was enduring unfathomable pressure and domain, step by step walking toward him.

Chu Mo slowly opened his mouth and called out, "Grandfather... don't come closer."

The old emperor did not stop and continued moving toward Chu Mo.

"Grandfather, the causality forces here are too overwhelming. Please don't come closer. I'll recover... in a moment," Chu Mo said.

The old emperor already knew this. But in his heart, he was truly in pain. Earlier, he never expected that at this critical moment, someone would still ambush Chu Mo. Moreover, it was such a reckless kill trap!

He had already deduced that the perpetrator was Bao Ping, one of the mortal enemies of the Imperial Clan. Yet the old emperor couldn't understand—why was Bao Ping so mad? Killing Chu Mo, what would it even accomplish? Could he escape the inevitable judgment?

At this moment, Chu Mo began to mobilize all his cultivation.

His Dao platforms had all shattered and disappeared!

But his Dao remained!

All his cultivation was still in his mind!

Thus, very quickly, Chu Mo birthed a new body.

Afterward, he put on clothes, seated himself within the void, and began creating Dao platforms in his body, performing "One Thought Creates All Things"!

Inside his elixir field, the first platform appeared. The thousand-character divine script surfaced again. However, this time, it was something Chu Mo deduced from his own Dao. It had lost its original brilliance. Seven stars appeared above the divine script—equally dim and lusterless.

But Chu Mo's face showed no hint of discouragement.

He was creating other Dao platforms!

On his left arm, he fashioned the Dao of Thunderbolt. The instant the platform was formed, thunderbolts coiled around Chu Mo's arm. Thunder roaring like dragons, the Great Dao boundless!

The old emperor stood still, staring at his grandson with astonishment.

Frankly, if someone survives an all-out battle with a true giant and retains their life, it's already an extraordinary fortune. Retaining any cultivation is then dependent purely on fate.

Yet Chu Mo's current condition had already surpassed common understanding. He was actually... using the remnants of his Dao from his mind to create an entirely new and personal Dao!

The knowledge contained within this was well beyond the old emperor's ability to calculate.

He gazed at his grandson sitting there motionless, like an ancient god. Even if there was just one drop of blood left from this state, Chu Mo could regenerate all his cultivation and battle force!

The giant blood in the old emperor's veins began to stir restlessly at this moment.

He retreated swiftly, stepping far away into the distance. He had already been affected!

"The prophecy…" the old emperor murmured, "It's really coming true!"

Chu Mo was indeed the largest anomaly! His existence was genuinely capable of overturning the entire fate and Dao of ancestral realm giants!

Even the old emperor, who shared an incredibly close bloodline connection with Chu Mo, could not entirely escape the consequences and effects. If it were someone else… how dire would it be?

The old emperor retreated further, withdrawing thousands of billions of miles, already past the endless star rivers. Only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief. He calculated that had it not been for their shared bloodline, even if he retreated tens of trillions of miles, he would still have been affected!

"This truly is terrifying!" the old emperor whispered.

Meanwhile, Chu Mo, seated within the void of the cosmos, carved a new platform on his right arm—the "Splitting Wood to Form the Way" Dao.

The extremely fierce killing intent directly appeared within the Dao platform on his right arm.

Next, on his chest, he built the Tree Patriarch Dao. This Dao, after Chu Mo's evolution, had utterly surpassed the former Tree Patriarch. It became wholly owned by Chu Mo.

At the moment the Tree Patriarch Dao platform was established, a small sapling appeared within the platform in his chest.

The Tree of Creation!

This was entirely Chu Mo's own Tree of Creation!

It was a tree birthed from his personal Tree Patriarch Dao!

As Chu Mo operated the Heaven's Will and My Will cultivation, the tree extended in all directions, absorbing endless essence energy!

This essence energy flowed into Chu Mo's body and streamed like rivers into the various Dao platforms.

On his left leg, Chu Mo constructed the Nine Word Mantra Dao Platform. The Daoist Nine Word Mantra rotated slowly atop the platform. Each rotation emitted dazzling Dao brilliance!

On his right leg, Chu Mo formed the Six Word Mantra Dao Platform. The Buddhist Six Word Mantra instantly empowered Chu Mo's right leg into an immensely terrifying, self-contained world!

In the sky, tribulation clouds gathered densely, signifying a rebirth-like way of constructing Dao platforms!

When tribulation descends, it inevitably comes!

However, at the exact moment the Heavenly Tribulation was about to strike, three strands of Primordial World energy suddenly appeared before Chu Mo, seemingly out of nowhere.

Before Chu Mo could sense them, they directly burrowed into his head, vanishing deep into his sea of consciousness.

Chu Mo couldn't feel a thing!

He had no idea three strands of Primordial World energy had already entered his sea of consciousness.

Yet he felt something—a subtle, profound sense that his Dao presence had suddenly become significantly stronger!

Chu Mo stood up, his left arm pointing straight at the firmament.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt shot from Chu Mo's left arm, blasting upward toward the looming tribulation clouds!

He was counterattacking the Heavenly Tribulation!

The newly formed tribulation clouds, as if provoked like a wild beast, in an instant unleashed billions of terrifying thunderbolts!

The power of these thunderbolts had already approached the level of an ancestral realm tribulation!

Yet Chu Mo remained unyielding and fearless, calmly extending his left arm to face the descending billions of heavenly thunderbolts. All the thunderbolts bombarded Chu Mo's left arm.

From the viewpoint of the distant star rivers, Chu Mo appeared as though he had been utterly engulfed by a vast Thunder Sea.

The old emperor watched with concern. This transformation of Chu Mo was astonishing and defied the natural order. The descending tribulation was undoubtedly one of extraordinary terror.

Never before had there been anyone like Chu Mo who, after being utterly devastated, could still undergo such a renewal. Even more, during the process, no giant could approach him. Otherwise, they would be entangled by horrifying causality forces.

For Chu Mo, this indeed resembled a rebirth.

He could now recreate all his previous Dao, in his own manner—no longer a passive acceptance and mastery. Now, these Dao were entirely untainted and flawless, wholly belonging to Chu Mo!

Thunder rumbled across the heavens.

The power of the tribulation was enough that even ancestral giants revered it cautiously.

Yet for Chu Mo, it all served as nourishment for his Thunderbolt Dao platform, rapidly restoring his boundless battle strength.

At this moment, high above the endless heavens, a young man suddenly appeared.

He gazed downward from where he stood, his somewhat hideous face filled with astonishment, accompanied by clicks of his tongue in admiration.

The young man, with sparse yellow hair, protruding eyes of the same hue, dark skin, and highly raised cheekbones, wore an expression of playful disdain. Amused, he watched the spectacle of Chu Mo's tribulation with keen interest.

He clicked his tongue and said, "Impressive… truly impressive! No wonder... haha, still so exceptional! This ability, this fortune, truly makes one both envious and jealous—peerless! To evolve one's Dao like this, truly remarkable! Still, with that Black Fish Dao on you, my control over you has increased by another thirty percent! That Bao fish proved quite useful, forcing out your true potential. It's a worthy death indeed. So, I won't bother extinguishing the path it left behind. Haha!"

The young man glanced downward once more, then disappeared in a flash.

It was as if he'd never been there at all.

Below, Chu Mo remained unaware that Spiritual Master Lingtong had been watching him. And of course, Spiritual Master Lingtong himself was unaware that Chu Mo had already severed Patriarch Heiyu's Dao completely from his body. Cleared it entirely!

Perhaps he simply couldn't believe there existed any being in the cosmos capable of rejecting all the Dao of a giant.

If he knew Chu Mo better… perhaps he wouldn't be so confident.

Several days later, Chu Mo's essence energy, spirit, and vitality had returned to peak form—even faintly surpassing his previous state.

Chu Mo felt this change distinctly within himself. If he were to encounter a heavily injured Bao Ping again now, Chu Mo had over fifty percent confidence in killing him—while still heavily wounded himself!

He would never end up as pitifully as he had been this time!

Afterward, Chu Mo retracted the Cangqiong Divine Mirror and Chaos Furnace. The ten Blood Moons all fell into a slumber, seemingly sealed. Chu Mo understood—the consumption from the previous battle was too immense for them. The Chaos Furnace shared a similar state, appearing lifeless.

Chu Mo raised his hand and summoned Heaven Slaying again.

The moment it returned to his hand, Heaven Slaying exuded a faint sense of joy.

Only Heaven Slaying, at this precise moment, maintained absolute strength. It could still fight alongside him!

Chu Mo took a deep breath and walked forward steadily. Simultaneously, he transmitted his voice to the old emperor, "Grandfather, don't worry. I've fully recovered! Rest assured and wait for your grandson's return!"

"Child, take care!" The old emperor's divine sense reverberated, crossing endless galaxies to reach Chu Mo's sea of consciousness.

Chu Mo said nothing further, heading decisively toward the entrance of the Ancient Battlefield.

Soon, Chu Mo arrived within the confines of the entrance. A tremendous suction force instantly enveloped him.

Chu Mo did not resist in the slightest; instead, he embraced the suction force, accelerating toward the entrance of the Ancient Battlefield.

Meanwhile, Chu Mo began channeling the power of "Splitting Wood to Form the Way," his entire right arm surging with immense strength. On the blade of Heaven Slaying, the crimson sheen grew even more dazzling.

Then, the scenery before Chu Mo shifted, and he entered the Ancient Battlefield!

In the next moment, over a hundred attacks came fiercely raining down toward him.

Chu Mo sneered coldly, instantly unleashing the power of "Splitting Wood to Form the Way."

Heaven Slaying cleaved horizontally in one motion.

Swish!

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