"The hundred-epochs cycle has come to an end, and the sermon begins."
Gu Chuan stood high above Chaos City, gazing down upon all beings with a commanding presence. His body radiated an overwhelming force, and after countless epochs of cultivation, his strength had advanced immeasurably.
He was constantly improving, far beyond the comprehension of other demon gods.
"It's finally beginning."
Upon hearing these words, many demon gods were filled with excitement. They had waited for this moment for so long—was this not the day they had been anticipating?
Even the three-headed demon hound guarding the gates of Chaos City perked up its ears. Though it harbored deep resentment toward the ancient serpent that had sealed its cultivation base, deep down, it also held a sense of admiration and awe. It even felt a kind of reverence—if it could master such a supreme power, perhaps it, too, could become invincible in the world of chaos.
At that moment, Gu Chuan began to speak, his voice resonating with the ancient language of the Chaos Demon Gods. A primordial and boundless sound echoed through the chaos.
"The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao.
The name that can be named is not the eternal name.
The nameless is the origin of Heaven and Earth.
The named is the mother of all things.
Thus, those who dwell in the nameless perceive its mystery.
Those who dwell in the named perceive its manifestations.
Both arise from the same source yet differ in name.
This unity is the gateway to all wonders."
His words reverberated through the void. Suddenly, a vast and condensed energy materialized above Chaos City. Golden runes of chaos emerged—129,600 in total.
Each rune was not flat but spherical, constantly revolving as if woven from countless universal laws. As these chaotic runes manifested, they resonated with the very Source of Chaos itself.
With Chaos City at its center, the surrounding chaotic energy, spanning tens of thousands of light-years, surged violently, forming a terrifying vortex.
At the same time, as Gu Chuan continued his sermon, the chaotic runes flickered ceaselessly, their radiance piercing deep into the sea of consciousness of countless Chaos Demon Gods. A profound hum echoed through their minds.
One by one, the demon gods entered a state of enlightenment. It was as if a new world had been revealed to them—an epiphany that shook their very beings.
"The path of cultivation... so this is it?"
The weaker demon gods trembled with excitement. It was the first time they had heard such a systematic method of cultivation. Before this, their practice was instinctive, nothing more than absorbing the chaotic energy around them. But this was inefficient—of every hundred strands of chaotic energy absorbed, only one could truly be utilized.
Now, with this method, they could absorb ten, even dozens of strands at once, seamlessly integrating them into their bodies.
The efficiency of cultivation had increased more than tenfold.
In the past, demon gods had to hunt each other to grow stronger, but opportunities for such battles were rare. Moreover, the risk of failure meant death.
Now, they had a path to power that did not require slaughtering their kin. How could they not be ecstatic?
"This is it! The true path to the Dao!"
The realization spread like wildfire. Even the mighty overlord demon gods were shaken. This method of cultivation was not just beneficial to the weak—it was revolutionary even for the strongest among them.
Power begets power. The weak could become strong, but the strong would only grow stronger.
"So this is why the Chaos City Lord surpasses us all. Mastering such a profound technique—who would have thought that the power of Chaos Demon Gods could be harnessed in this way?"
Even the three-headed demon hound was captivated, wholly immersed in the teachings.
But Gu Chuan paid no heed to their reactions. He merely spoke his own understanding of cultivation. After countless years of refinement, his mastery of the Dao had transcended mortal comprehension.
After all, the Daode who wrote the Tao Te Ching was not a Chaos Demon God. No matter how profound his wisdom, he could not have created a cultivation method suited to their kind.
Gu Chuan, however, was different. He was born from chaos itself. His strength was unrivaled, his comprehension of the Dao reaching the level of a Quasi-Saint. He had long surpassed the constraints of ordinary cultivation methods.
What he spoke now was no mere doctrine—it was his own enlightenment, a culmination of his divine understanding.
Then, from the depths of the void, his voice rang out once more, vibrating through the chaos like a celestial decree:
"Chaos births all things.
From nothingness, existence arises; from existence, it dissolves into nothingness once more.
To transcend is not to oppose this flow, but to embrace it."
"Cultivation is the art of ordering the chaos within.
The vast sea of chaos outside mirrors the soul within.
Unrestrained, it devours; harmonized, it elevates beyond all realms."
"Breath flows, guiding the essence of chaos into the Dantian.
Neither force nor haste shall tame it—only stillness grants mastery.
When the five elements stand in harmony, the body becomes the vessel of eternity.
Disorder leads to destruction; balance unveils the path to enlightenment."
"At the final awakening, there is no longer control—only unity.
Chaos and form dissolve into oneness.
The self fades, and the Dao reveals itself.
To transcend is not to escape life and death, but to step beyond their grasp."
"Still water reflects the heavens.
A tranquil heart unveils the Dao.
In silence, chaos unfolds into wisdom."
The very fabric of chaos trembled. Gu Chuan's words took form as chaotic scriptures, each syllable radiating boundless energy, engraving itself into the souls of all who listened.