Chapter 1264: A Breath of a Million Years

Watching the chaotic giant beast flee into the depths of the chaotic mist, the women felt a bit let down, as they hadn’t had their fill of battle.

“Grape, are there any other groups of chaotic giant beasts around here?” Wang Yulun asked, unable to hold back his curiosity.

“No significant groups of chaotic giant beasts are detected within thirty thousand light armors,” Grape reported.

“Let’s head back. Some things just have to be faced,” Xu Fan chimed in with a smile.

Just then, Xu Fan and the Great Saints who hadn’t yet returned to the Giant Ship all turned their attention in one direction.

A terrifying aura had suddenly appeared in the distance.

“It’s a Chaotic Great Saint. Let’s move!” Xu Fan urged quickly.

In a flash, everyone was back inside the Giant Ship.

A massive chaotic formation, powered by the Holy Sun, enveloped the ship and teleported it to an unknown location.

Inside, the women were still catching their breath.

“That was the aura of a chaotic saint, but I couldn’t tell if it was a god, a demon, or a chaotic giant beast,” said the woman holding the Spiritual Sword.

“It’s likely a god or demon. I sensed the distinct aura of the Primordial God Demon Empire from him,” said the woman considered a lifelong rival by the Regent Princess of Da Zhou.

“A chaotic saint-level god or demon appearing in this area isn’t a good sign,” the Regent Princess added.

With her brother absent, she was in charge of the Da Zhou Celestial Dynasty and knew the dealings of the god and demon empires well.

Meanwhile, Xu Fan turned to Wang Yulun. “A chaotic saint-level god or demon has shown up near the Three Thousand Realms. I need to let Huang Shan know.”

“Go ahead, Big Brother Xu.”

Xu Fan shifted his consciousness to his main body and relayed the news to Huang Shan.

Soon after, a message came through.

“No need to worry. The chaotic god or demon you sensed is a friend of the Yuan Lord and poses no threat to the Three Thousand Realms.”

Reading Huang Shan’s message, Xu Fan finally relaxed.

“Impressive. A big shot from the human race has a chaotic saint-level god or demon as a friend.”

Realizing it was a false alarm, Xu Fan found a reclining chair and settled down in the courtyard for some well-deserved relaxation.

Meanwhile, far away in the Beast God Demon Empire, avatar number one was grimacing as he received the inheritance from the Chaotic Rune Pillar.

For the first time, he was feeling the downside of having such exceptional talent.

Every time he touched a Chaotic Rune Pillar, he was forced to absorb all the runes within it, leaving none behind.

After each inheritance, he needed time to recover before he could approach the next pillar.

Facing the millions of Chaotic Rune Pillars, avatar number one felt his future growing dim.

“I need to figure something out, or I’ll be stuck here for tens of millions of years,” he muttered, rubbing his aching head.

Avatar number one sat cross-legged in the Chaotic Hall, beginning to meditate on the chaotic runes he had absorbed.

As he cultivated, a surge of chaotic spatial power emerged from deep within the hall, wrapping around him completely.

At last, time acceleration began.

After what felt like an eternity, avatar number one slowly opened his eyes.

A trace of weariness flickered in his gaze as he looked around before gradually standing up.

“A million years have passed, yet within the Chaotic Temple, it felt like less than a breath of time.”

“So this is the true purpose of this Chaotic Rune Hall,” avatar number one murmured, feeling the weight of a million years of enlightenment.

In the Three Thousand Realms, such a span of time would have required him to rest for centuries, if not millennia, to recover.

But here, in the heart of the God Demon Empire’s Chaotic Temple, there was no room for idle thoughts.

“After a million years, my main body owes me a great deal when I return,” he muttered.

With a wave of his hand, avatar number one inscribed countless chaotic runes into the temple’s walls.

The runes merged and crystallized, forming a shimmering orb in his palm.

“A thirty-six million-faceted Chaotic Rune Crystal, equivalent to the storage capacity of an entire Chaotic Rune Pillar.”

He then proceeded to condense over a hundred more of these crystals.

Approaching an untouched Chaotic Rune Pillar, he placed his hand gently upon it.

Fifteen minutes later, another crystal formed in his grasp.

“Much more efficient than before,” he remarked, a faint smile of satisfaction crossing his face.

After creating thousands of crystals, avatar number one felt his energy waning.

He pulled out a recliner, lay back, and began to rest.

“I wonder how Second Clone is faring in the Primordial God Demon Empire. With his mastery of artifact crafting and formations, he should be making waves by now,” avatar number one mused, gently rocking in the recliner.

Meanwhile, in a distant corner of the Primordial God Demon Empire, Second Clone sat in a chaotic prison cell, feeling utterly defeated.

“What did I do to deserve this?” the transformed god or demon sighed heavily.

Second Clone had arrived at the outskirts of the empire with ease.

Almost immediately, he noticed a group of gods or demons engaged in a trade with another faction.

After careful observation, he realized one group was a small, rogue force operating outside the empire, led by a single Great Saint-level god or demon.

Second Clone saw an opportunity. He planned to use this group as a stepping stone to enter the empire.

The plan seemed to work perfectly—the rogue force welcomed him warmly.

Over time, Second Clone showcased his skills, impressing them with his talent in artifact crafting and formations.

Just as he began to feel secure, their Grand Leader clapped him on the shoulder and declared, “Once we overthrow the Primordial God Demon Empire, you’ll be our chief artifact craftsman and formation master.”

The words were meant to inspire, but they sent a chill down Second Clone’s spine.

A Great Saint-level god or demon dreaming of overthrowing the entire empire? It was madness.

Realizing the danger, Second Clone prepared to slip away into the empire.

But before he could act, a squad of Great Saint-level gods or demons clad in Spiritual Treasure battle armor surrounded their hideout.

The entire rogue force, including Second Clone, was captured and thrown into the chaotic prison.

Each prisoner was locked in a solitary cell, left to rot without interrogation.

As Second Clone lamented his misfortune, a sudden roar echoed through the prison.

Their Grand Leader burst free from his cell, catching the guards off guard and subduing them effortlessly.

With a wave of his hand, the Grand Leader freed every god or demon imprisoned within the dungeon.