Mu Changqing's gaze fixed on the immortal-like figure, the purple primal chaos within his eyes relentlessly probing for the true identity of the being before him.
Though beings of this caliber were beyond his ability to glimpse their future actions, their pasts, once solidified, could be pierced through by the power of the new primal chaos, revealing the truth.
Mu Changqing naturally took interest in knowing everything about sufficiently powerful opponents. After all, wouldn't it be magnificent to then bury them in his hands using forbidden means?
The immortal-like figure's eyes flickered, as if sensing something.
He felt a supremely powerful and terrifying force interfering with his supreme ancestral god power, attempting to deduce his past.
To this, the immortal-like figure merely showed a hint of surprise.
Moments later, he returned to his calm, unmoved state. What if his past was known? He did not care.
"Mortals seek transcendence, to break free from the great world, from the chains of karma and destiny, from the Great Dao, from rules and order, from eternal time... yet we too are constantly seeking the same method of transcendence."
"Transcendence? Beings at your level, why do you need transcendence? You yourselves are the origin of all things, the creators of all sentient beings. Transcendence is something you yourselves created, so what talk of transcendence is there?"
Mu Changqing continued to question, conversing with him calmly. He was not in a hurry; this world had been imperceptibly assimilated by him. The purple primal chaos forged a new world with its threads, and even if this place were to experience cataclysmic battles, with the sun and moon falling, no living being would perceive it.
"No, no, no, you should understand what we mean by transcendence."
As he spoke, the ancestral divine radiance surrounding the immortal-like figure grew increasingly faint, on the verge of being deciphered by Mu Changqing, who would then perceive his past years and discover his true identity.
"The gray primal chaos is the true origin of all things. Though we are powerful and possess equivalent strength, we are ultimately bound. We cannot truly become the heavens of all realms, do you understand?"
"You might be on the verge of taking that step. You are the only method of transcendence. We covet you and guard against each other. In desperation, I had no choice but to choose this method to draw you out."
The immortal-like figure rose again, and all things behind him moved in response.
The ancestral divine radiance flowed and reflected ceaselessly, blindingly brilliant, overwhelmingly potent. It was as if all realms were plunged into darkness, yet he stood as the sole light in existence, so dazzling, so colorful.
"Are you deducing my true form? There's no need for such trouble. As a worthy opponent recognized by us, the sole transcender among future generations, you have the right to know my name."
As he spoke, heaven and earth trembled, and myriad evolutionary paths surged forth in the darkness. Various brilliant evolutionary systems bloomed like a hundred flowers, exuding a potent aura that was too terrifying to bear. Every iota of it was beyond the capacity of beings at the level of innate gods. His every word and deed influenced future variables.
"Remember, my name is Ling!!!"
Rumble!
With that declaration, the illusion of the flowery plains behind him instantly melted away, disintegrating and merging into his immortal-like form. Majestic heavenly might resounded. He was not Ling Zu, but Ling. Ancestral God Ling! This might merely be a title, a codename, but it represented the origin of all. One of the Seven Ancestral Gods, one of the most powerful and terrifying beings in all realms. No matter how powerful you were, how defiant of heaven, how blessed with fortune, how capable of severing time and space, controlling years, and suppressing epochs past... before him, you were all ants. He was a being at the ultimate peak, the apex of the gray primal chaos path. In fact, as he merged with the flowery plains, his aura subtly shifted. While still sharing the same origin with the gray primal chaos, a difference emerged. He was forging his own method, his own Dao, his own primal chaos. For endless eons, the Seven Ancestral Gods had sought a way to transcend the gray primal chaos, each employing different means. Ancestral God Mo had prematurely sacrificed all sentient beings, all things in all realms, yet still had not touched that level, nor even had a clue. However, Ling was different. He had truly touched upon a trace of the mystery of the new primal chaos, undergoing a transformation. Yet, he still could not take that final step. The sole method of transcendence lay with Mu Changqing. Only Mu Changqing, from beginning to end, had leaped out of the gray primal chaos system, forging a new path and reaching his current realm. Now, seeing hope, he abandoned his plans for the flowery plains and directly integrated this nascent Dao fruit into himself, transforming once more, and setting his sights on Mu Changqing. Mu Changqing looked calmly at Ling, one of the ultimate beings in all realms. An existence even more formidable than Ancestral God Mo. "Ling, a fitting title. Once, there was an old acquaintance called Ling Zu, who should have had some connection to you. It's a pity that acquaintance has withered away; it's truly regrettable, only worthy of remembrance," Mu Changqing smiled and said softly. "Ling Zu? What nonsense is that? Worthy of being associated with me? He was merely an ant I casually created," Ling shook his head, speaking with disdain, his tone laced with contempt. This was the scorn of a supreme being towards a lesser one. Had Mu Changqing not reached this level, Ling would not have conversed with him so calmly, but would have simply erased him. As his words fell, Ling began to act. His aura surged like the resurgence of all things, gradually ascending to its peak. It was like a river from the nine heavens, endless and inexhaustible. The laws of all things swirled around him, forming the most complex and terrifying field runes. Wisps of indescribable killing intent radiated outward, vast and mighty. Behind him, the illusions of countless flowery plains reflected. These were Ling's experiments from unknown eons past on the evolutionary path, damaged remnants that he had destroyed and discarded. Each flowery plain, like scattered stars, revolved in an orderly fashion, their brilliance interweaving to form an extremely delicate flower. This flower was multicolored, with every known color discoverable within it. This scene had reached an ineffable domain. The concept of "one flower, one world" was as insignificant as dust before it. Each brilliant petal was formed by countless flowery plains connected by supreme order divine chains. Within each flowery plain lay infinite realms, constructed from an incalculable number of ancestral herbs and flowers. Around each ancestral herb and flower, infinite great thousand universes were reflected, with stars shining brilliantly, beyond count. "Mu Changqing, by devouring you, I can truly transcend, replace the gray primal chaos, achieve supreme supremacy, and control all that is knowable in all realms. Even the other ancestral gods will have to bow at my feet." The boundless killing intent could no longer be concealed. Ling's eyes now flickered with madness, a craving for supreme supremacy, an ultimate pursuit. It was his sole purpose throughout endless eons. Now, Mu Changqing stood before him. The variable capable of transcending the constraints of the gray primal chaos; how could he treat him casually?