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Chapter 582 The Core of Chaos
The crimson vortex above the altar continued to expand, with crimson lines stretching out in all directions like tentacles. Every time it touched the ground or air, it caused a terrifying tremor, scattering the dust and rotting monster remains in the ruins into thick, hazy smoke.

In the distance, the dying native monsters also stirred slightly due to the resonance. Their massive bodies trembled as if trying to break free from the shackles of fate, but they appeared extremely fragile and wretched, as if they would be shattered and disappear into the long river of history at any moment!

David stared intently at the center of the vortex. He could sense that it contained not only the remaining power of the last authority of the demon race, but also a torrent of evil energy that swept across the heavens and earth and was difficult for the laws of the multiverse to resist.

Now, with the activation of the foreign key in the false god format, this torrent has begun to show signs of disorder and even breakage. The Grand Duke struggles painfully to try to control it, but the balance has been broken and he is inevitably falling into a deeper crisis...

His breathing became more rapid, and his eyes grew increasingly resolute: "This is the only chance. I must take advantage of this anomaly to deliver a fatal blow to the 'Final Blood Demon Core'!"

In that instant, the afterimage of the personality that rose from the sea of ​​consciousness resonated with the core of darkness, forming a small, blazing, and chaotic spatial vortex that gathered a large number of forbidden runes and natural rhythms within it.

This space is like a container, constantly devouring the evil energy that comes rushing in, while extracting and refining it into a pure and clear new source power, providing David with immeasurable new combat resources!

However, this situation also brings deadly risks—

As the various imprints and runes within his body were forcibly pulled to the edge of the external vortex, his own consciousness was undergoing violent turbulence, as if he were in a small boat tossed about by a storm. If it weren't for his unwavering faith, he might have already fallen into the state of eternal oblivion...

A crimson vortex of chaos churned above the altar, like a giant cauldron that devoured the heavens and earth, tearing the order of the surrounding space into countless fragments.

The air was filled with an indescribable pressure, an extreme energy fluctuation that lay between death and rebirth.

David was firmly enveloped by the chaotic force that was tearing him apart, and his body slowly emerged at the center of the vortex where light and darkness intertwined.

His entire body suddenly erupted with a dazzling and complex radiance—

Three distinct yet intertwined and resonant colors blended and appeared on his body: the deep red of the blood sea was as turbulent as a raging tide, the clear blue of the vast ocean was as deep as an abyss, and the vibrant green of nature was both full of life and untamed.

These three colors of light are not simply superimposed, but rather tumble and leap in constant collision, fusion, and fission, like a living flame of new life that burns and is reshaped.

David closed his eyes tightly, feeling the original fragments within his body that were originally independent, incompatible, and even mutually exclusive—the remnant soul left by the Blood Demon, the abyssal secrets of the Sea God's mark, the four elements of wind, fire, water, and earth in elemental affinity, and the hidden runes in the laws of nature—being thrown into this supreme "Blood Prison Core Furnace".

This furnace seems to possess a giant hand that devours the power of both order and chaos in the universe, shattering disorder into blazing flames, repeatedly forging, breaking, and reassembling under extreme temperature and pressure.

Each tremor deep within the soul brings a pain so intense it almost feels like life itself is slipping away.

He could almost feel those shattered and broken fragments of the origin settling like dust, only to be reawakened and forged in the next moment, their form and texture undergoing an unprecedented transformation.

That was a subversion of known laws, a rebirth born from destruction, and a great leap that elevated him from a mortal to the level of a demigod!
At the center of the vortex, the dark core that once belonged to the Demon Grand Duke as the "Final Blood Demon Core" was completely disrupted by this power, and its evil patterns began to twist and disintegrate. The Grand Duke attempted to regain control of the core, but when his corrosive hands touched the edge that was gradually reflecting a tri-colored glow, it was as if he had touched a sharp blade.

In an instant, his twisted and corroded body erupted with a violent disintegration sound, scattering in all directions like sand being ravaged by a gale.

The resentment and anger that flickered in his eyes quickly turned into despair and collapse. Then, his entire human form seemed to be crushed into dust, and countless tiny phantoms of consciousness were pulled into the center of the vortex by a powerful suction force, where they perished in the scorching and complex embryonic form of the new godhood.

This was a complete fall, and also an arrogant illusory god's unwilling sacrifice to the end of its own destiny.

He once thought he could control everything and master many laws, but in the end he became an inevitable part of the growth process of the new godhood. His vain ambition became an indispensable cornerstone for the creator to forge new life!

As David gasped for breath, he felt a terrifying change within his body. The forces that had once clashed and even cursed him began to merge and connect, each flow of energy accompanied by a deep and vibrant new pulse.

His entire body seemed to have undergone a process of remodeling, with every molecule radiating unprecedented resilience and agility.

His consciousness, too, was repeatedly battered to the edge like waves during this violent fusion process, facing both perilous situations and miraculous occurrences.

Amidst the intertwining of pain and awakening, he gradually broke through his previous mental boundaries, expanding his abilities, which were previously confined to a single level or world rules, to a cross-dimensional fusion state, making full preparations for facing higher-level adversaries.

The tri-colored radiance is not merely an illusion; it actually constructs a new core prototype containing the laws of chaotic order, composed of irregular runes that are intertwined yet closely connected.

These runes, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, control the flow and concentration of energy like heart valves, making this "chaotic core" no longer a simple collection of fragments, but a new life form with self-regulation and self-evolution capabilities.

The space above the altar trembled violently, constantly contracting and expanding, while releasing ripples that awakened the surrounding desolate wasteland.

One by one, the dying trees convulsed and trembled due to the resonance, and faint traces of green emerged from the depths of the earth, injecting a final struggle for survival signal into the earth on the verge of destruction.

In the distance, the primitive monsters, their bodies mottled and covered in wounds, were also showing signs of restlessness to varying degrees due to the influence of this new energy, a situation that was both exciting and worrying, much like the dormant phase that must occur before the dawn of the apocalypse.

All of this is like the official start of the ignition ceremony of the largest and most dangerous furnace in the world, which not only concerns David's own fate, but may also change the structure of the entire multiverse barrier and have unpredictable results on the future trajectory of the stars!
He stood at the center of the vortex, surrounded and enveloped by a new, colorful, and ever-changing core, radiating an aura of otherworldly grace.

He looked down at the "virtual god core" that had just been born and formed within him, yet still had a hazy, misty boundary and ever-changing appearance;
At the same time, I realized that I am becoming an integral part of it and shouldering a greater mission and responsibility, and I must never back down even if there are unknown risks!
After a violent upheaval, the crimson vortex of chaos slowly began to subside. The blood-red waves that had surged like a raging sea gradually transformed into a gentle and profound flow of light, like the most intense crimson flame in the dark night slowly extinguishing, yet giving birth to new life in the remaining embers.

David hovered in the center of the massive altar, his entire body enveloped in divine light, surrounded by layers of intricate and intermittently appearing runes.

Those patterns are no longer simply elemental forces or fragments of origin, but have transformed into a profound and unfathomable "chaotic divine mark" that exists between the tangible and the intangible.

His eyes were particularly striking, with a dark, chaotic, and ever-changing pattern shimmering between the irises, like a mysterious trace left behind when a star collapses into a black hole.

The air was filled with an indescribable yet all-encompassing, yet ultimately empty, overwhelming pressure.

This oppressive aura seemed to permeate the deepest origins and peripheral spaces of the entire Blood Prison world, constantly reverberating with lingering echoes, yet it had not yet been fully controlled or mastered by David.

It was an aura emanating from an extreme state between demigod and god, as if opening the door to a completely new dimensional order, about to rewrite many rules.

The land where the altar stands is no longer the desolate, lifeless ruins it once was.

With a thought from David, a new energy containing rich vitality and rhythmic order burst forth from his palm.

This energy is like a clear and resilient river, spreading across the barren land and slowly repairing the broken and devastated earth.

Decaying and withered trees began to sprout new buds, and new grass blades trembled in the wind. A once desolate wasteland gradually showed signs of vitality.

The blood river that once raged and overflowed due to the breach of its dam in the distance is gradually returning to its source under this rhythm of life. The gurgling water brings a purifying and clear atmosphere, washing away the old scars of calamity from the entire world.

This scene, like the last ray of dawn before sunrise, is depicted with exceptional delicacy and is deeply moving.

The whispers of the Creator seemed to echo between heaven and earth at any moment, and the elemental souls that had long slumbered in the shadows seemed to be silently awakening, contributing to the coronation of this new chapter guided by human will!
At that moment, his gaze fell upon the figure who had collapsed, barely clinging to life, with only a pulse remaining—Arya.

She lay quietly on the soft ashes, her body covered in wounds that seemed to bear witness to battle, but the strong will of the past was no longer visible. Instead, there was a mixture of fragility and tranquility after the sharp edges had faded following a death struggle.

David gently extended his fingertip, and a chaotic life rune light, shimmering with a faint green glow and intertwined red flames, suddenly appeared.

He slightly adjusted his mindset and precisely introduced the "fusion energy" that had transcended the limitations of heaven and earth and been refined and reforged into Arya's body.

In that instant, the unstable crimson veins, twisted, bruised, and even on the verge of collapse due to the backlash and contamination, were immediately and forcefully purified and decomposed. Without any resistance to the backlash effect, they transformed into a pure, transparent, and clear new energy flow, simultaneously bringing with them incredible ripples of information awakening—

The long-hidden, incomplete parts of her essence are being replenished and repaired!
The wounds closed quickly, each crack feeling like it was undergoing a painful reshaping and burning process, but also accompanied by a surging sense of power in the process of life's leap.

In an instant, a healthy blush spread across her pale cheeks, and the aura emanating from her body not only did not weaken but increased, becoming even more profound and complex, as if it had been immersed in the essence of the chaotic universe.

What is particularly shocking is that a tiny, constantly rotating, and pulsating chaotic core mark has condensed in the center of her forehead!

That mark was like the core of a small universe composed of the fusion of the energy of natural rhythms, ocean secrets and purgatory blood flames. It constantly released tiny, shimmering runes inside, seemingly fragile but containing a profound and powerful force hidden within!
This core seal not only symbolizes that she has acquired a new form of life, but also means that she has officially become the first true member of the family under the protection of the "chaotic divinity" represented by David.

This is not just a simple physical treatment, but a complete transformation and sublimation of the spirit, soul, and even the entire personality structure. It is an important sign that the fates of the two are closely linked and inseparable!

Arya slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes reflected an unprecedentedly bright and unwavering flame, completely different from her struggle in her final moments.

Through the emerging power in her eyes, one can sense her unwavering belief in the future and her willingness to fight to the bitter end for our common goal!
David called softly, “Arya, you are out of danger, but more importantly, you have become an irreplaceable part of my life. Together we will shoulder the mission of protecting the future of this world.”

The air vibrated again with his voice, but this time it was filled with warmth and hope, no longer cold and dry. The space around them began to subtly change, as if the rhythm of time had slowed down, and every breath was imbued with a melody of interwoven creation and rebirth, allowing all things to heed the call of the new masters of this era!

He felt an unprecedented and intense control over this ancient demonic prison—the Blood Prison World. This control was not only a power domination, but also a profound integration at the level of his very being.

Just then, an unusual array fluctuation coming from afar alerted the two of them. It was an unstable signal left by the Grand Duke's remaining consciousness trying to trigger a final, frenzied explosion.

But they are not afraid, for they already possess each other, and they also possess a brand-new "chaotic core" condensed from the void into reality, representing a new order and infinite possibilities...

The tower stands tall deep within the verdant forest, ancient and solemn, like a solitary sentinel guarding this land. Runes, woven from the threads of time and magic, are engraved on its surface, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light.

The light inside the tower is soft yet exudes a sense of tranquility and solemnity. Unlike the occasional sounds of wind and birdsong from the outside world, time seems to stand still here, awaiting the arrival of a destiny-defining moment.

Lia sat in the center of the altar, surrounded by a layer of light blue spiritual light. She looked up at the void, where stars twinkled, yet her thoughts condensed them into complex, intertwined, and intricate chains of runes, like silver threads slowly stretching and spiraling in the endless darkness.

(End of this chapter)