Thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye.
Gu Chuan spent tens of millions of years perfecting this mystical land. Initially, a mere million years would have sufficed, but driven by his relentless pursuit of perfection, he extended the process across countless epochs.
Of course, for a Chaos Demon God, tens of millions of years were but a fleeting moment. Time in the vast chaos flowed differently, and such a duration was insignificant—merely a ripple in the eternal void.
Compared to its previous form, the Demon Dao Field had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.
Before him stood a grand and imposing city, spanning over three trillion kilometers in diameter. Its structure was perfectly square, rising majestically in the midst of the boundless chaos.
The walls of the Devil Dao Field were forged from black, chaotic energy, their surface shimmering with primordial turbulence. Gu Chuan had inscribed them with an intricate web of Chaos Laws and Space Laws—countless ancient runes and esoteric sigils flickering ominously, exuding an aura of profound mystery.
However, these city walls were not merely constructs of law. To further enhance their resilience, Gu Chuan integrated numerous rare materials harvested from the depths of chaos—Chaotic Cold Iron, Red Chaotic Copper Essence, Chaotic Purple Silver, Chaotic Magic Metal, and Chaotic Sea Tide Jade. These were among the rarest treasures of chaos, each a divine material capable of forging unparalleled artifacts. In later eras, they would become nearly extinct, but Gu Chuan now wielded them with extravagant abandon, embedding them into the very foundation of his city.
Yet, such extravagance was not without reason. This ensured that the city walls were virtually indestructible, imbued with an innate ability to devour enemy attacks. Even if damaged, the city would restore itself, like the ceaseless tides of the void.
But Gu Chuan's meticulous craftsmanship extended beyond the walls. The very ground of this sacred dojo was refined to perfection, etched with the primordial essence of the Five Elements. Countless runes intertwined to form intricate patterns resembling the Bagua, radiating an unfathomable cosmic presence.
He reinforced the flooring with yet more chaotic treasures—Chaotic Steel, Chaotic Crystals, Chaotic Azure Stones. The result was an incomparably smooth and indestructible foundation, so resilient that even the fierce battle of a Quasi-Saint would leave not a single mark.
With the dojo complete, Gu Chuan observed the remaining vast stretches of land. Rather than leave them empty, he meticulously constructed countless buildings of varying sizes.
At a glance, the city resembled an ancient imperial capital, meticulously planned and geometrically precise, with roads stretching endlessly in all directions.
"This is no longer just a dojo—it is a city," Gu Chuan murmured with satisfaction, admiring his masterpiece, the culmination of tens of millions of years of effort.
In truth, this city was not just a physical construct. It had been refined as a Divine Treasure, wholly integrated with his will. His consciousness flowed through its very foundation, and with but a thought, he could summon or dismiss the entire city at will.
"Interesting... Since you are the first city born from the primordial chaos, then from this moment forth, you shall be known as—Chaos City."
At the moment he spoke, a grand phenomenon unfolded.
The heavens rumbled.
Three mighty characters—Chaos City—manifested above the four colossal gates, inscribed in the ancient script of the Chaos Demon Gods. These runes pulsed and rotated endlessly, emanating primordial laws that resonated across the boundless void.
A radiance of chaotic light engulfed the sky.
The Call of the Dao
Hundreds of years passed.
Gu Chuan's vast reserves of magical energy, depleted by the forging of Chaos City, had now fully recovered. His divine power had reached its peak once more.
Yet beyond mere recovery, the process of creation had deepened his comprehension of the Grand Dao. His mastery over the laws had ascended to new heights, bringing him ever closer to the pinnacle of the Quasi-Saint realm.
"Everything is in place. It is time to begin the sermon of the Dao."
Gu Chuan's eyes gleamed with profound wisdom. He had made all necessary preparations; now was the moment to take the next step in his grand design.
Reaching into the void, he retrieved a Chaotic Sound Shell—an artifact capable of amplifying the voice of the Dao across the endless expanse of chaos.
Bringing it to his lips, he channeled his vast and boundless magical power.
A voice, deep and eternal, resonated through the chaos:
"I am the Primordial Ancient Serpent, and today, I have attained the Dao. One hundred epochs from now, those destined may come to Chaos City and listen to the teachings of the Dao."
The words of the Dao reverberated through the void.
The sound of the Great Dao echoed across all of chaos, shaking the very fabric of the cosmos. The vast laws of existence trembled and buzzed in response.
Waves of terrifying sound spread outward, rippling through the infinite void like the surge of an unstoppable tide. The reverberations condensed into substance, permeating every corner of the boundless chaos.
This proclamation was not mere sound—it was a mandate of the Dao, a call that no being in chaos could ignore.
The Stirring of the Chaos Demon Gods
In every corner of the primordial void, Chaos Demon Gods awakened.
Whether in deep slumber, in secluded cultivation, or locked in eternal battles, they all heard it.
The sound of the Great Dao resounded directly within their souls. Even if they wished to block it out, it was futile. This was the voice of chaos itself, a divine resonance that transcended all barriers.
In that moment, chaos itself seemed to hold its breath.
The Chaos Demon Gods were utterly shaken.
They had never heard such a voice before. Since the birth of chaos, no being had ever dared to make such a proclamation.
For one to declare that they had attained the Dao, summoning the countless Chaos Demon Gods to listen—such audacity was unprecedented!
To make such a statement was to place oneself above all others.
Yet beyond arrogance, what truly shocked them was the power behind it.
For the proclamation to reach every corner of chaos, traversing distances beyond comprehension, and imprint itself into the very souls of all beings... What kind of power was this? This was not something any ordinary Chaos Demon God could achieve.
"This... What kind of voice is this? Why can I hear it so clearly, even if I wish to block it out?" one Chaos Demon God muttered in disbelief.
"This must be the voice of the Great Dao, resonating with the very essence of chaos itself. There is no way to resist it," another replied solemnly.
"But who could possibly possess such power? Has someone truly attained enlightenment?"
"I do not know. But for their voice to reach across chaos, penetrating the depths of our consciousness, this being is beyond ordinary. Their power must be unimaginable."
"If this mysterious entity has truly attained the Dao, then it is worth witnessing with our own eyes. How has this god cultivated to such a level?"
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. To hear the sermon of one who has touched the Dao... We must not let it slip away!"
Instantly, countless Chaos Demon Gods made their decision.
For most of them, the path of cultivation was obscure and uncertain. To receive guidance from a supreme being was an unfathomable blessing.
To ignore such an opportunity would be to regret it for eternity.
And so, from every corner of the boundless chaos, they began their journey—toward Chaos City, where the sermon of the Dao would soon begin.