The Longevity Family: Starting from the Foundation Establishment Ancestor

Standing before the Chaos Palace, Han Mu gazed at the majestic black palace, a sense of unease rising within him. The words of the Chaos Demon God before his death still echoed in his ears: the Lord of Chaos, the ruler of the cosmic sea, a being whose strength far surpassed that of the Creator God. If he truly existed, then his current situation was perilous.

But Han Mu did not back down. He knew that running away would not solve the problem. If the Lord of Chaos really existed, he would come knocking on his door sooner or later. It would be better to take the initiative now and find out the other party's strengths and weaknesses.

Han Mu pushed open the gate of the Chaos Palace and walked in. The interior of the palace was even more magnificent than the exterior. Huge stone pillars supported the dome, and the walls were covered with strange murals that recorded the history and glory of the chaotic creatures.

Han Mu walked along the corridor, avoiding the patrolling chaotic creatures, and arrived at the core area of ​​the palace. In the core area was a huge hall, and in the center of the hall was a black throne. Sitting on the throne was a middle-aged man dressed in black robes. The man had a majestic face, deep eyes, and exuded a suffocating pressure.

"You are the Lord of Chaos," Han Mu said coldly.

"That's right, I am the Lord of Chaos. You killed my son and still dare to come to my palace. You have quite the nerve," the Lord of Chaos said calmly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Your son committed numerous evils, devouring dozens of universes. He deserved to die," Han Mu said coldly.

"The strong prey on the weak, it's only natural. Those universes were too weak, they deserved to be devoured," the Lord of Chaos said calmly, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Nonsense and heresy." Han Mu was too lazy to waste words and directly attacked, throwing a punch at the Lord of Chaos. The fist imprint contained the power of a peak creator god. Wherever it passed, space collapsed and laws crumbled.

The Lord of Chaos neither dodged nor evaded; with a wave of his hand, an invisible force dissolved Han Mu's fist imprint into nothingness.

"Peak of the Creator God, not bad. No wonder you were able to kill my son, but you're still no match for me," the Lord of Chaos said calmly.

Han Mu's expression was solemn. He knew that the Lord of Chaos was far stronger than he had imagined. Although that punch was just a test, it was so easily neutralized, which meant that the opponent's strength was at least at the Hongmeng level.

"You have reached the Primordial Chaos Realm," Han Mu said in a deep voice.

"That's right, the Primordial Chaos Realm is the true master of the universe. You creator gods are nothing but frogs in a well." The Lord of Chaos stood up, and a powerful aura burst forth from his body, causing the entire palace to tremble.

Han Mu gritted his teeth. He knew he was no match for the Lord of Chaos, but he did not back down. He activated the Spacetime Compass, accelerating the flow of time around him to the extreme, and then launched a storm of attacks.

In an instant, Han Mu unleashed over a thousand punches, each containing the power of creation, bombarding the Lord of Chaos with overwhelming force.

The Lord of Chaos raised his hand and waved it, and a black light screen appeared in front of him, blocking all of Han Mu's attacks. Then, with a backhand strike, a terrifying force sent Han Mu flying, crashing into the palace wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Too weak. You don't even qualify to make me take you seriously," the Lord of Chaos said, shaking his head.

Han Mu got up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He knew that he was no match for the Lord of Chaos and had to find a way to escape, but the Lord of Chaos obviously wouldn't give him that chance.

"Han Mu, you can't escape today." The Lord of Chaos raised his hand and grabbed, and a huge black hand descended from the sky, grabbing at Han Mu.

Han Mu's expression changed. He activated the spacetime compass, trying to avoid the black hand, but the black hand was too fast and grabbed him instantly, holding him firmly in its palm.

"Let me go!" Han Mu struggled, but the black hand was too strong, and he couldn't break free at all.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. You killed my son, and I'll make you wish you were dead," the Lord of Chaos said coldly. He raised his hand and waved, and a black light shot into Han Mu's brow.

Han Mu felt a sharp pain in his mind, as if countless needles were piercing his soul. He couldn't help but let out a scream, and his consciousness began to blur.

"This is the Soul-Devouring Curse, which will cause you to suffer the pain of your soul being torn apart every day until you completely collapse," the Lord of Chaos laughed.

Han Mu gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain. He knew he couldn't fall; once he did, there would be no more chances.

"System, is there any way to remove the Soul Devouring Curse?" Han Mu asked in his mind.

"The host can spend 100,000 points to exchange for the Light of Purification and remove the Soul-Devouring Curse," the system replied.

"Exchange it," Han Mu said without hesitation.

A golden light burst forth from Han Mu's body, dispelling the black light and lifting the Soul-Devouring Curse.

A hint of surprise flashed in the Lord of Chaos's eyes: "You were actually able to break my Soul-Devouring Curse. Interesting."

Taking advantage of the Lord of Chaos's moment of surprise, Han Mu activated the Spacetime Compass, accelerating the flow of time in the surrounding area to its limit. Then, he transformed into a streak of light and rushed out of the palace.

"Trying to run? Not so easy." The Lord of Chaos raised his hand and grabbed at Han Mu once again.

Without turning his head, Han Mu activated the Space-Time Compass with all his might. Under the accelerated state of time, his speed reached its limit, and he narrowly avoided the black palm and rushed out of the Chaos Palace.

The Lord of Chaos looked in the direction where Han Mu disappeared, his face grim, but he did not pursue him, because he knew that Han Mu had been afflicted by the Soul Devouring Curse. Although it had been lifted, his soul had been damaged and he would not live much longer.

After rushing out of the Chaos Palace, Han Mu ran wildly through the cosmic sea without looking back until he was sure that the Lord of Chaos was not chasing him. Only then did he stop and pant heavily.

"My lord, are you alright?" Zhou Meng's voice came through the communication talisman, filled with anxiety.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury to my soul that needs time to heal," Han Mu said, finding a secluded spot to begin healing.

Although the Soul-Devouring Curse was lifted, the damage to his soul could not be recovered in a short time. It took Han Mu a full hundred years to completely repair his soul, and his cultivation level also dropped from the peak of the Creator God to the late stage of the Creator God.

"Lord of Chaos, one day I will return to settle accounts with you." Han Mu clenched his fist, a determined light flashing in his eyes.