"Just a little longer, just a little longer. I can do it. Just a little further and I'll surpass the Martial God realm."

A middle aged man was pressing his palm together. The world around him was a storm of churning qi, constantly absorbing into his body.

The myriad Laws of martialism resonated with his cultivation, what little there were. The cultivator attempting the breakthrough may've mastered them all, but he felt that they'd become weaker over time.

Even the current era was strange. Mortals were more melancholy. Martial cultivators were less inclined to fight for glory. More and more people appeared to instinctively return to rest.

But the old cultivator was not like younger folks. Eons of blood, sweat, and tears led to this one moment. He knew there were realms beyond the peak of 10th Stage Martial God. His lifespan was nearly exhausted in his pursuit.

"I will breakthrough, my soul and body are in harmony. My qi is overflowing. I Tec Runos have lived too long for failure."

Then a strange feeling overcame him. So subtle that he'd barely noticed it. The world appeared to have lost colour, and his sense of taste dissipated.

The universe went still.

Then?

…

An explosion occurred in the vast recesses of the Chaos Sea. A Chaos World, a complete universe had just collapsed.

It was not a malicious act, nor was it the result of carelessness. It was simply a natural progress.

All of its inhabitants perished immediately. Their body, souls, cultivated laws were erased as if it never existed at all. Broken down into Chaos particles that joined other strands of chaotic qi endlessly flowing through the expanse.

Da Hai's travels had taken him far. Such sight of universal finality were no longer new for him, neither did he pay it any mind. It was simply nature going its course.

If the inhabitants of that Chaos World wanted to extend their home's existence, then they'd could've dragged another Chaos World in, to use as sustenance.

Not that they had the capabilities of doing so. The strongest among them was an ancestor equivalent to the Heavenly Immortal realm. Impossibly strong for second order celestial lifeforms, dust mites to the third order.

Da Hai gave the scene a small side glance, before continuing his way. "What a mess, the nearest Chaos World isn't even that far away."

"Oh…so that old man had been trapped in his realm for nearly a whole yuanhui with no idea how to progress. What a familiar feeling," Da Hai mused when he divined the information.

His Dao fruit pulsated in accordance. To Da Hai, its numerous concepts had already reached an extreme level. He could even mimic entirely different Dao's at a single glance due to how broad his Dao had become.

Distant Seas had truly become limitless. Yet it was still unable to achieve the propagation of all others. Something was missing.

Pangu had never spoken to Da Hai about what was to come after the limitless principle. And if Zulong's scales were any indication, he hadn't discovered it either in his own exile.

His eldest disciples' numerous scales were stored in a sash tied to him. Every once in a while, Da Hai would meditate on them.

"Hm?"

Whilst travelling past the debris, Da Hai sensed a rupture of energy. He paused to focus. One could never be too careful in the Chaos Sea, so he needed to be sure.

A Limitless Supreme Chaos Immortal's divine sense was incomprehensible vast in comparison to lower realm beings. He could cover innumerable amounts of Chaos Worlds at once.

In that regard, the Three Realm's size and density halted experts like Da Hai from seeing everything.

"A…song?" Da Hai was confused by the noise he heard. It was the most beautiful song he had ever heard.

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Facing the direction of the noise, he squinted his eyes. It had been so far away, and only skirted on the edges of his senses. But he saw a bright light.

From the little interaction he had with it, it was warm and inviting. If only Da Hai were not so driven, he may've even be tempted.

"Whatever, not my problem."

But he stopped as he noticed something peculiar occurring to the strands of chaotic energies where the departed Chaos World was.

Normally, when a Chaos World dies, reality collapses first. As the structural integrity of the universe dissolves, everything inside leaks out, being broken down into the finest of particles.

Nothing that don't have ownership of themselves, survives this process. The last to go were the true souls.

Da Hai knew Golden Immortals needed to absorb their true souls to truly transcend into the third order. The unification of the physical, mental, and spiritual causes a chain reaction that astronomically strengthens one's existence. It was how they survived the Chaos Sea's environment.

True souls were the last to go because they were the most durable. Massive collection of information regarding all the souls it had created and their associated lives. But these remaining true souls were being tugged by the calming light in the distance.

Da Hai squinted his eyes. In curiosity, he reached for the decaying true soul.

However, even as he held it, it had lost its appearance. It decayed rapidly into nothingness.

"That light draws true souls? I heard subtle cries of bliss. Peace or, perhaps some form of Dao that relates to them."

Da Hai touched the sash containing Zulong's scales. "Whatever, I can't be distracted too long."

The sea god turned to continue his journey.

After he had found the first scale, he had rapidly begun accumulating lost scales. All signs pointed to Zulong fighting a lot of battles in the time since the anti-devil war.

His disciple's cultivation was already high at the time. Experts who could match him would be rare.

Yet the dragon was seeking advancement. Knowing him, Da Hai surmised he willingly seemed powerful opponents to improve his technique. Perhaps he thought that would open the way to the Dao realm.

Pangu was said to have done the same.

Fortunately, parts of someone's body recognized each other. More so for an Immortal with infinite lifespan.

Da Hai had been chasing up in these scales since. He didn't even know if he was following a trail as the scales varied in age. But with enough, he hoped to find the real Zulong.

"It seems another fell close by. But this essence, it's so much richer then scales."

Da Hai grew concerned as he followed the trace. "Could it be?"

He knew the signal was still too small to be his disciple's life force. But its sheer vitality gave another grim conclusion.

Da Hai turned into a trail of seawater from the sheer speed he was moving. In his mind, the signal coalesced into a tangible shape.

There it lay, surrounded by overgrown ruins. Splinters of wood everywhere, torn buildings, multiple smells of corpses of immortals.

"A piece of flesh? Who dares?"

…

"Ruins. Even you fell miserably."

Yurlunggur the Rainbow Serpant tilted his immense head down at the ruined remains of what had once been a great city.

A battle had happened here, but that was ages past. The dead bodies had long since been cleaned. Weapons, and resources had been scavenged.

Only burnt ruins remained, surrounding a single fallen body.

"He once boasted his flames to be eternal. That they burnt so much that the world tree of his hated enemy cannot withstand it."

The Rainbow Serpent examined the dead body with curiosity. He saw that it had been gutted.

The cultivation of an ancient immortal giant had long dissipated along with its existence. The only remains were an empty husk that refused to dissolve. It spoke volumes of the individual's fleshy body.

"All were perfectly merged as we are supposed to be. Yet he still died. Who's powerful enough to do this in a fight?

"It appears that he was pierced by Asgardian. Yet I recall no asgardian capable of confronting him. And why did he come to this city in the first place?"

The great serpent coiled its rainbow body and gazed down at the splintered remains of a great tree.

Miraculously enough, many living beings still persisted on top of these remains. Still interconnected by the residual energies of the tree

Yurlunggur analyzed the vitality flowing through the husk of the tree before settling on a large piece of cooled flesh a distance away. He slithered closer to pick it up with the tip of his tail.

"Large," he murmured. He took a whiff of the flesh and was taken aback by its vitality. Even cut off from its originator, it was still very active.

His forked tongue rolled out to caress its scaly side, then flopped it over to expose torn muscle. He bit in and swallowed a piece.

His Dao of Dreamtime immediately took action. As the flesh was alive, it had some semblance of consciousness.

The source of all living beings in the Chaos Sea was their consciousness. So the Rainbow Serpent began studying and identifying the purpose of any type of life extensively. His dream and the dream of the flesh collided.

"I taste…Yggdrasil's essence had been consumed. Some of Idun's immortal apples?"

He felt great searing heat. He felt the resistance of his claw striking against naked flesh. He felt the impact of a burning blade rip into his chest.

He felt the fury, the anger at being opposed. He felt the desire to stand above others as the sole dominator infecting his mind.

'He killed Surt?' Yurlunggur narrowed his reptilian eyes with fascination. For the fire giant's power level, one needed to be borderline invincible beneath the Dao realm.

That was the whole reason Odin never kicked up a fuss when he took up residence along the immortal artefact, Yggdrasil.

Even Yurlunggur's Dao of dreams could not educate the piece of flash like he could do to countless lower lifeforms.

'No, looking at it more, this being didn't land the final blow. But it definitely fought him.'

"Hm?" This response was not from Yurlunggur. Rather, the rainbow serpent saw flashes of a dragonic eye opening in startlement.

It was certainly a far away place, as the connection was hazy. But the fact that this entity was powerful enough to not only connect with a discarded piece of flesh an infinity away, but also express its presence through that as well.

He dropped the flesh promptly. "Experts are popping out of the woodworks ever since those two transcended this reality."

But upon reestablishing himself in the real world once more, Yurlunggur noticed a massive energy signature moving his way.

Normally, he'd ignore any living being who crossed his way. He was only ever interested in entering more primal Chaos Worlds and educating its ignorant populace. Expert cultivators were worth nothing to him.

But this presence did not posses the fear, reverence, nor curiosity cultivators typically oozed when they saw him. His Dao could only feel an overwhelming rage masking a sense of loss.

A man dressed in black appeared on the outskirts of fallen Asgard. His entrance smashed apart a branch of Yggdrasil, and toppled multiple high rises.

"Who? Why? How do you have a piece of my disciple? Answer me!"

"You are?" Yurlunggur felt the need to reply given how emotionally charged the foreigner was. He also put up his guard by flexing his Dao.

He only intended to teach some gentleness into the raging creature. But his Dao impacted into the wall of another powerful Dao.

"Did you just?" The man seemed surprised, but then turned angry at what he felt was violation. "Fine then, I'll beat it out of you instead."

…

"EMERGENCY."

"EMERGENXY."

"THIS. ONE. DETECTS. HERETICAL. ENTITY."

"HERETICAL. PRACTICES. FORBIDDEN."

"SALVATION. MISSION. SHALL. COMMENCE."

"THREAT. LEVEL. EXTREME."

"EQUESTING. THIRD. SPHERE."

"GRANTED."

The Chaos Sea around a single white winged thing. Its appearance so strange that 'thing,' was the only way to describe it. A body filled with circular wheels, eyes, wings, fire, and feathers.

Yet it took no action, patiently awaiting more of its kind to arrive.

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