Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 110 - : The Third Sermon

In the blink of an eye, a hundred epochs had passed, and the time for the third sermon had arrived.

At this moment, Chaos City was even livelier than during the second sermon. The effects of the second sermon had caused an even greater sensation, drawing countless demon gods from unimaginable distances.

Even some Quasi-Saint-level demon gods had appeared. Many of them had initially been indifferent, but as news spread far and wide, curiosity compelled them to witness the event firsthand.

The number of demon gods gathered in Chaos City had increased tenfold compared to the second sermon.

"Is it almost time for the third sermon?" a demon god inquired.

"It is near. The moment has nearly arrived," another replied, his fingers tracing calculations in the air.

"This sermon is not to be missed. It will be the last sermon of the Lord of Chaos City," a demon god declared, clenching his fists, determined to absorb every word. Even if one failed to fully comprehend it, recording its contents was essential.

"The teachings of the Chaos City Lord in the previous sermons were too profound," another demon god sighed.

"Indeed. With the cultivation method granted to us, one no longer needs to hunt fellow demon gods to ascend in power. Step by step, one can steadily advance to the realm of high-ranking demon gods."

In just a hundred epochs, many formerly weak demon gods had utilized this knowledge to rise in strength. What was once an unthinkable transformation had now become reality.

The ripple effect of these teachings had shocked even the highest-ranking demon gods.

Previously, the number of high-level demon gods was naturally limited, as ascension required the consumption of peers. But now, everything had changed.

By mastering the cultivation method, demon gods could grow stronger without resorting to slaughter. Those with exceptional comprehension advanced rapidly, breaking past barriers that once seemed insurmountable.

This shift created a sense of urgency among the high-level demon gods. Once, they had been the supreme rulers of the demon hierarchy. Now, they faced the threat of being surpassed. In this era of rapid progress, hesitation meant falling behind—perhaps even perishing.

"It is said that some Overlord-level demon gods, blinded by arrogance, dismissed the Chaos City Lord's teachings as mere empty words. They refused to come, belittling his reputation," a demon god sneered.

"But they were proven wrong. When one such Overlord openly mocked the Lord of Chaos City, he was personally challenged. With just three moves, the Chaos City Lord tore him apart like an insect. His overwhelming strength was undeniable."

Even among demon gods of the same realm, power varied immensely.

It was akin to a battle between an ordinary adult and a martial master skilled in the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. Despite having the same physical strength, the master's techniques, speed, and awareness created an insurmountable gap.

Likewise, a demon god trained in cultivation methods was like a true master, effortlessly overwhelming those who relied solely on brute force.

"The difference is too great. While it may not be a hundredfold, it is certainly tenfold," another demon god remarked.

The fate of those Overlord-level demon gods was sealed. Though they remained mighty now, in thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of epochs, they would inevitably fall behind.

This was akin to a civilization stuck in the agricultural age competing against an industrial powerhouse. Without progress, obsolescence—and eventual annihilation—was inevitable.

Realizing this, many Overlord-level demon gods finally acknowledged the crisis before them. Their pride wavered, and fear took root.

Thus, as the third sermon approached, more and more demon gods flooded into Chaos City. The city reached an unprecedented level of excitement, buzzing with anticipation.

"Enough talk about those blind fools. The real question is—what will the Chaos City Lord teach this time?" one demon god mused.

"The first two sermons granted immense knowledge. The third will undoubtedly be even more profound."

"I can hardly grasp the teachings of the second sermon, and now comes a third?"

"Opportunity means nothing if one lacks the strength to seize it. Even if you stand before the gates of destiny, without the ability to open them, it is meaningless."

"Regardless, we must remember every word, even if we do not yet understand it."

Countless demon gods clenched their fists in determination. They had realized, through the previous sermons, that each lesson held immeasurable value—akin to obtaining a supreme treasure.

Rumble—

Suddenly, an overwhelming presence descended upon Chaos City.

Gu Chuan's primordial ancient serpent body manifested in the skies, towering over the city. His gaze was cold and indifferent, exuding an aura of absolute supremacy.

The Wings of Space-Time spread behind him, vast as the heavens, shrouding the city in shadow. At that moment, it felt as if time itself had ceased to flow.

All demon gods felt an invisible force locking them in place, freezing the chaotic space-time around them. It was as if their very existence had been sealed.

Even the Overlord-level demon gods, who had never before witnessed the Chaos City Lord in person, were overwhelmed with terror.

In an instant, they understood the immense gap between them. Even standing before him was a struggle—they could not move, could not resist.

"The third sermon begins."

Gu Chuan's voice echoed through the void.

And with that, the Heavenly Dao was revealed.

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