After deciding on his cultivation path, Wang Dong chose to first form his body. The current state of his body, a mere drop of blood, was far from ideal.
Though eager to take shape, Wang Dong decided to let the formation occur naturally. This approach would be more in harmony with the evolution of the Dao, which would have greater benefits for his future enlightenment. After all, he planned to forge an immortal body, and a body naturally formed in the Chaos would be the most suitable, imbued with great fortune. Any ordinary body would fall far short.
As Wang Dong immersed himself in the formation of his demonic body, he was unaware of how much time had passed—perhaps a thousand years, or maybe ten million years. Eventually, mysterious fluctuations began to ripple throughout the Chaos.
The fluctuations grew stronger, and soon the entire Chaos world began to change. While the Chaos energy was still incredibly violent, the occasional gusts of force, divine thunder, and spatial rifts were now much rarer.
The waves of energy grew more intense, and what was once a relatively calm Chaos world was now overwhelmed by boundless energy tides, rolling mountains and rivers in their wake.
The surging tides of energy continued to sweep through the Chaos, and suddenly, 3,000 colossal shadows appeared in the Chaos, each one unique. Some had heads as large as mountains, others had wings that could block the sky, some had mouths wide as rivers, while others had eyes like stars.
Among the 3,000 towering shadows, one figure stood out—an exceptionally bizarre and imposing presence.
This particular shadow was surrounded by a massive 36-petal blue lotus, exuding an aura of nobility and grandeur. Violet energy occasionally flickered around the lotus.
Even the still-violent Chaos energy, under the pressure of this massive blue lotus, seemed as docile as lambs, swirling gently without daring to overstep.
Yes, these 3,000 colossal shadows were the 3,000 Chaos demons, all of immense size.
The mysterious fluctuations were the resonance of the Dao, suggesting the terrifying power of the 3,000 Chaos demons born under this great Dao rhythm.
The 3,000 demons, nurtured by the Dao, each possessed innate divine abilities and vast power. Furthermore, their understanding of the Dao was profound, shaped by the nurturing influence of the Dao itself.
Because each demon was formed under the Dao's guidance, their souls were immersed in the Dao's rhythm for countless years, gradually understanding the highest truths of the universe. The cultivation and wisdom they gained were unmatched.
Every Chaos demon had undergone a fundamental transformation in their essence, transcending the ordinary mortal cycle and stepping out of the endless river of fate.
Moreover, their demon bodies had been forged by absorbing endless Chaos energy. Although they were far from reaching the immortal body, they were as hard as divine metal, impervious to most forces.
The figure surrounded by the 36-petal Chaos lotus was none other than the supreme Pangu, the greatest among the 3,000 Chaos demons. Pangu stood like an unrivaled ruler, exuding immeasurable authority that none could challenge.
Pangu's body was 100,000 zhang tall, equal to that of an immortal body. Dao symbols circled around him, and endless divine light from the blue lotus shone upon the void behind him. A massive sky-splitting axe floated beside him, radiating an intimidating pressure that seemed ready to split the heavens at any moment.
Wang Dong, now among the 3,000 demons, could hardly believe it. Such an immense fortune was beyond anything he had imagined. His excitement was overwhelming.
Upon awakening from his deep meditation, Wang Dong used his divine sense to scan his body. He had four pairs of massive wings, each 100,000 zhang long. A single horn sprouted from his forehead, his demon body towering over 60,000 zhang high. His purple hair flowed like an ancient river, and his golden eyes glowed like distant stars, able to see through all illusions, sweeping across the worlds.
From a distance, Wang Dong appeared like a mutated ancient angel, distant and noble, emanating overwhelming pressure, as if standing above countless beings, a divine entity among them.
Wang Dong marveled at his transformation into one of the 3,000 Chaos demons. He had attained the Great Luo Golden Immortal position, breaking free from the cycle of fate. While he felt elated, he also sensed an impending, immense threat. It seemed as though an endless crisis loomed on the horizon, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Only moments after his demon body had been forged, he had attained the Great Luo Golden Immortal position—this was the power of the Chaos demons. With the spirit of Chaos embedded within them, they could elevate their realm with enough energy, their lives evolving naturally.
But as Wang Dong thought of the future, he remembered that after the creation of the world, only Hongjun and Yang Mei had survived among the 3,000 Chaos demons. The others perished during the Opening of the Heavens catastrophe. A chill ran down his spine at the thought, as if a cold wind had seeped into his heart.
The unprecedented danger sobered Wang Dong quickly. He realized that surviving the first great catastrophe of the Opening of the Heavens would not be easy.
Wang Dong quietly observed his situation. He felt a powerful evolution instinct, a longing for life's transition, coursing through him from body to soul. This instinct was growing stronger, and he suspected it might be the reason for the Chaos demons' fall.
He remembered that every being had an inherent evolutionary instinct, much like the evolutionary tendencies of vertebrates: fish to amphibians, amphibians to reptiles, reptiles to birds, and birds to mammals. This instinct grew stronger as beings reached higher levels of existence.
Normally, such an instinct would be beneficial, driving beings to evolve and transcend, but for the 3,000 Chaos demons, it was dangerous. Their bodies, forged from the vast Chaos energy, were extremely volatile, and the instinct was overwhelmingly powerful. Once triggered, the demons could lose their rationality, obsessed with evolving at any cost, even to the point of destruction.
Wang Dong realized that most of the 3,000 Chaos demons perished because they were driven by this instinct to devour Pangu in the hopes of evolving. Their irrational desire to grow stronger led them to destruction under Pangu's overwhelming power.
Wang Dong also suspected that the Heavenly Dao, still imperfect at the time, might have misguided the demons, making them believe that by devouring Pangu, they could evolve into even greater beings, achieving the ultimate immortality. The Heavenly Dao, like a cold, impartial system, might have allowed this misconception to spread in order to eradicate these powerful beings, which could threaten its own evolution.
Realizing this, Wang Dong shuddered. He understood that the road to immortality was fraught with peril. At any moment, one could be wiped out by their own impulsiveness or the machinations of fate.
Determined to avoid such a fate, Wang Dong began to formulate a daring plan to seal or weaken this dangerous instinct. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and though it carried tremendous risks, if successful, it would lay the foundation for his path to immortality and eternal enlightenment.
For the path of longevity was not easy—trials and tribulations were inevitable. One could not expect to achieve greatness without confronting danger.
Moreover, this plan had a high chance of success, and Wang Dong knew that such a miraculous opportunity would never come again. If he succeeded, he would solidify his foundation for immortality.