This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 1068 - 504: What Is a Privately-Run Underworld? (Part 4)

The next moment, the lid of the tightly shut coffin, without any external force, emitted a creaky sound that made one's teeth ache and slowly opened to one side.

A hand, pale to the point of transparency yet incomparably slender and perfect, slowly reached out from the endless darkness, gently resting on the cold edge of the coffin.

Immediately after, a man with a bare upper body slowly sat up from the deep darkness.

His long black hair, like a waterfall of night, gently draped over his shoulders and back, forming a stark contrast with his skin, cold white like fine porcelain without a hint of blood, subtly emanating a chilling, unhealthy aura that made the heart tremble.

He slowly opened his eyes, what kind of eyes were they!

There was not a trace of emotion, nor any gleam, only a pure void and bewilderment akin to the initial birth of the universe.

He surveyed his surroundings, filled with deathly silence and darkness, his expression carrying a child's initial confusion.

"Who... am I?"

He murmured softly, his voice hoarse and unfamiliar.

At the instant he asked this question, countless fragmented memories flooded into his mind like a burst dam.

There were memories of being the Fierce Beast Emperor, leading myriad beasts and contending with the Dragon and Phoenix Clans under the heavens as Shen Ni.

There were memories of being the Mutual Gaze Corpse, aimlessly slaughtering as the body of a Chaos Demon God.

There were even some scattered thought imprints left by the Chaos Demon Gods who created him during a ritual.

Many bizarre images flashed like a revolving lantern through his mind.

The causality within was so chaotic, so vast, so contradictory, that it could cause any Daluo Golden Immortal's Dao Heart to instantly collapse and descend into madness.

Yet this newly awakened man, with great determination, sorted through these chaotic memories, despite the excruciating pain that felt like his soul was being torn into billions of pieces.

However, after sorting through everything, his expression became even more bewildered.

"So, who... am I?"

Am I Shen Ni? Xiang Gu? Or just a meaningless substitute created by those Demon Gods?

As he was once again plunged into a massive crisis of self-awareness.

The mysterious talisman issued by Yuxu Palace, which had always been silently affixed to the dark coffin, unexpectedly floated down, suspending before the man.

Instinctively, he stretched out that pale hand, grabbing the talisman exuding a gentle Dao rhythm, and softly read the two dignified and supreme Innate Taoist Text characters inscribed on it.

"Jiang... Chen?"

At the moment he spoke this name, an unprecedented, infinite joy and clarity surged like a breaking dam from his heart.

"So... I am Jiang Chen!"

His face, always as expressionless as an ice sculpture, finally graced with a heartfelt smile, like the first thaw of snow.

Jiang Chen.

He, at last, had a unique name of his own.

It was as if a ghost adrift in endless void had finally established a solid anchor in the real world, granting his existence true meaning for the first time.

He was delighted, such pure joy made him eagerly wish to embrace this brand new world.

At once, he climbed out from the dark coffin that had bound him for an unknown length of time.

Jiang Chen grabbed a flickering cyan ancient lamp, still emitting faint life aura, from the extinguished coffin, swallowing it without hesitation, and with supreme Demon Technique, instantly refined it completely.

Soon after, a ghostly green light, even more resplendent and bizarre than the previous life flame, suddenly illuminated the core area of Undying Mountain.

Brimming with curiosity and joy, he wandered the vast expanse of Undying Mountain like a child with a new toy.

Undying Mountain was vast.

For the entire Dao Domain, in itself, was a complete Da Luo Universe opened up by Shen Ni, its interior space wide enough to contain countless Great Thousand Universes.

Yet, for Jiang Chen at this moment, it felt small.

With one step, he could traverse endless spans of space and time, and in just a moment, he had explored every corner of this Da Luo Universe.

"Perhaps... I should go outside and look around."

Standing at the peak of Undying Mountain, Jiang Chen gazed at the outside world filled with vitality and conflict, softly speaking to himself.

The next moment, his figure vanished from the spot, leaving the mountain that had imprisoned and nurtured him.

Yet where he passed, a terrifying scene unfolded.

No matter how flourishing the vegetation, or resilient the Spirit Root, under his invisible aura, they would wither, decay, and turn to dust in an instant.