Sky split, ocean part, land vanished. The universe groaned alongside a sound caught between the groan of a man and the roar of a beast.

Spiritual energy in the air erratically fluctuated. The gaps leading to the Chaos Sea shut themselves only to consoles and tear up again.

"I thought that was mean to defeat it!" Amaterasu angrily said.

She was so frustrated with the preceding events that her composure completely broke. Only a pit of despair remained inside her, as was with every amatsukami who saw it their sacred right to protect the land.

Takamagahara felt a suction force. The Yamata no Orochi's body appeared to be melting. But at the same time, it was akin to a wormhole sucking in its surroundings.

Spacetime was becoming incredibly distorted. The amatsukami had no choice but to direct their palace to flee from a crack to the Chaos Sea.

Luck was on their side, as these cracks opened through the membrane of reality rather easily. Via the same method, the Dragon's underwater palace also escaped.

"What about the sword spirit?" An elderly advisor dragon asked Gui Daiyu.

Standing tall, she said, "We've done all we can. Whether he lives or dies is up to him."

Blasting into the Chaos Sea again, the shift in environment did not affect the dragons and their empress as much as the amatsukami.

However, due to their nature as powerful beings who cultivated in an environment created by a Limitless Supreme Chaos Immortal's breath, they were more than sturdy enough to not be torn apart.

From a distance, the entire Chaos World was collapsing in on itself. Material broke down to the smallest molecule in the aftermath of loud groans.

Its immense aura that had grown when the Yamata no Orochi manifested was receding.

The weight and richness of it all was decaying into dissipated particles in the same way a yokai would perish.

"Accursed snake," Susanoo felt his contempt towards serpentine beasts rose. But he took solace that the beast was dying.

"My lady…what are we to do now?" A Kami asked their shaken queen of heaven.

Amaterasu failed to answer. Even she was still processing the cost for victory. Though at the very least, the worst of the disaster was over.

The total collapse of their universe had progressed to a desolate scene resembling that of the finality stage of a Chaos World's lifespan. Though never experiencing it, she had observed this occur once to a neighbouring Chaos World before.

"This place is a lost cause. Let's leave," Gui Daiyu said to her people in a depressing tone. "We'll find a home elsewhere."

But she also noticed the pessimistic sight before her. Their morale was shattered with the last bits of this Chaos World.

They had been adrift at sea for so long. Their ancestral home was unreachable, but so was their new home. Their sole duty was also gone, with it their way of life.

Some wondered if they should track down their sovereign if he was even alive.

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"Warm up the propulsion formation. We'll head…we'll head that way." She pointed at a random direction disregarding takahagamara. After all, what the natives did was none of her responsibility.

"Your majesty, something's happening!"

Gui Daiyu brought her attention back to the collapsing Chaos World in befuddlement.

She could not detect the enormous weight of a Limitless Supreme Chaos Immortal realm anymore. And with her own gaze, that Chaos World had constricted into a tiny dot.

But the swirling of chaotic qi around the place had not changed. If anything, this portion of chaos was being torn apart.

That Chaos World had already entered its finality stage, and should logically collapse back into chaotic qi.

Squinting, she was startled when the shape of a Dao fruit was visible. It should've perished alongside its owner once exposed to the elements.

…

He remembered only emptiness. A type of blank that arose from a lack of anything, not even primordial chaos.

And the he remembered the long life experienced by his person. Every high and every low an immortal cultivator enjoyed and lamented. He recalled every battle won or loss, and the struggle to remain true to himself.

He was a passenger in someone else's life. Then he was that person's life. A seamless transformation that was nearly unnoticeable.

Years upon years of suffering in his own t. The suffocating feeling of being powerless.

"I killed you brother Huoyun. If I hadn't disturbed you all those years ago." He stopped with a groan.

The sweet release of companionship followed. The familial connections he forged and the long life he led afterwards. To a point where the aspirations from youth were near forgotten.

Memories long and hard flowed on through his existence. A deity destroyed, a deity restored in its place. A broken sword buried deep inside with hopes of restoring its wielder.

"My path ends here. What a ride," he recalled a butterfly shaped form muse. "You are gone. But by sheer technicality your Dao remains hidden. Good thing Haotian exists huh?"

"Erased by a Dao realm omnipotent being. But as long as people who knew you remembers you, are you truly gone?" The butterfly's last words faded alongside its spiritual body.

A living being in a Chaos World consists of a fleshy body and a soul inhabiting it. Yet as they cultivate further, their mind incarnates as a Nascent Soul. Continue further and soul and flesh become one. Even further still, and the true soul merges into it.

Therefore, body, soul, and mind became one and the same. No distinction could ever be deduced. Healing one is healing the other, and destroying one is destroying the other.

But even among them, the mind remained the most important piece. It was the consciousness that gave purpose to an existence. What is a person without it?

And what is a consciousness but a collection of memories as well as the desire to create new ones?

Thus, from the triggering of deep seated memories, the self emerged.

"GGGGGRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

…

Haotian felt his grip on the Dao of Distant Seas loosen. He did not clutch tight to it, knowing he'd only be burned.

Daos knew who created them and who owned them. Haotian was just a clone in the end, not the original self. That original self was reemerging from said Dao as we speak.

He sighed, knowing his time for absolute personal magical power had come to an end. But at least he'd cultivated a long withstanding reputation.

First beneath Saints. Though it wasn't like he needed to fight nowadays.

He disappeared from the mental space before witnessing the explosive rebirth. He had a meeting to continue with after all.

He understood his original self more than any other, perhaps even them. He trusted him to continue on his goal.

This has what he's always done since he became the Jade Emperor. Throwing darts at a wall and seeing what stuck. And those successful darts became another card in his deck.

"Risks to order all have to be eliminated. Help in that regard would you? It's the same target you wanted to kill since the beginning."

Inside Lingxiao palace, Haotian awoke to Flat Foot Immortal still in the middle of his report.

"Enough, submit in a written form later this week. Let's continue to the next matter. Eastern Peak Emperor, explain the disturbance in soul movements around Mt Tai. Reports are concerning but we wish to hear it from you."

…

From the outside world, the horrendous storm exploded into myriad rainbows. The spinning form of the Dao was met with a metallic screeching sound.

Chaos Immortals like Gui Daiyu felt a suffocating pressure spread out. It was nothing like the Yamata no Orochi of before.

"It's…it's concentrating?" She uttered fearfully.

The monstrosity had no control, just tossing around humongous volumes of power. But the concentration of it now was bringing about something far more profound.

A big bang explosion occurred immediately after. In the same explosive way a Chaos World came to be, a Chaos Immortal reformatted his body.

A humanoid shape, appearing minuscule as well as gigantic could be observed. Despite resembling a human, eight long serpents grew out from his head instead of hair. Each head had a spongy blond mane.

His azure coloured qi enclosed like protective scales. Creation and destruction of entire universes contained within them, as if even something as large and profound as a Chaos World was nothing more then a molecule of his body.

"Did it work after all?"

The strong vitality of a Chaos World was gone. No trace of bountiful life, continents, sky, nor sea remained. It all fed into a new incarnation of all that conglomerated energy.

Da Hai gazed upon the Chaos Sea, recognising it for the multiverse it was. Its familiar air felt simultaneously knew and old to him.

He touched his chest, his arms, his legs. An amazed breath escaped him.

"I am…"

His snake heads hissed from behind, above, and beside him. He was reminded of his true form that still sat inside his existence. He wracked his brain to figure out how he'd came to be here.

There had only been a final end. Total annihilation before the power of an omnipotent being. It was a finality better then most.

Yet he stood among inside the Chaos Sea, immensely far away from what he remembered as the Three Realms. He recalled Hongjun's almighty form. He'd recalled spreading his powers out to provide support.

That was wrong, that action was not him. He remembered a regal figure gazing down at him now.

His pupils finally focused. His wild qi calmed down to a gentle breeze.

"I am Da Hai."

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