CHAPTER 417: CHAPTER 402: DALUO GOLDEN IMMORTAL, ACHIEVEMENT_2

The myriad rays of divine light illuminated the entire Greek world, drawing the gaze of countless beings and announcing the arrival of another entity stepping onto the path of Dao in the heavens and earth.

Daluo Golden Immortal, achieved!

After exhausting all his efforts, Nezha finally reached the starting point of the Six Primordial Saints. Though the road to seeking the Dao remained long, Nezha would forge ahead unwaveringly.

Just as Nezha opened his eyes, the gray mist surrounding him dissipated and began to coalesce in the distance. Before long, the faint image of a blond-haired, blue-eyed teenager who bore a striking resemblance to Nezha appeared.

Clearly, Kaos was unwilling to let go of what had been taken from him. After possessing Nezha for so long, he had also gained something; the form he conjured was crafted using Nezha as a blueprint, an acknowledgment that Nezha’s lifeform was superior to his own.

Nezha watched as Kaos continuously absorbed the power of this world to solidify his body but did not intervene. The audacity to attempt possession was the path to one’s own demise, and Nezha, having just ascended, needed an adversary to adapt to his new state.

Kaos was neither too strong nor too weak—it was just right.

Kaos raised his hand and revealed a black glow, the very black robe that Hercules had always worn.

"Nyx, come forth."

The black glow twisted and eventually dissipated, transforming into the stunningly beautiful Night Goddess Nyx.

"My esteemed lord, what are your orders?"

Nezha handed the Mountain and River Map to Nyx and said, "Kaos is continuously absorbing the power of this world. After my battle with him, this world likely won’t survive. Take this map and try to protect as many beings as you can."

"I follow your command, my lord."

With that, Nyx vanished with the map. Nezha stood in mid-air, overlooking the earth. The starry sky was shrouded in darkness, and black mist surged across the land. Any being—whether mortal or divine—wrapped in the mist would vanish entirely, reminiscent of the Evil God’s invasion from Ultraman Tiga...

During his time as Hercules, Nezha had been unable to discern the true nature of this Night Goddess Nyx. But now he saw it clearly; her so-called husband, the Dark God Erebos, was merely an extension of herself. Nyx single-handedly occupied two primordial divine positions and orchestrated the creation of the Netherworld pantheon.

This cunning entity played both sides, and from beginning to end, Nyx was the only one who ever noticed the outsider. In the past, when Zeus was nearing defeat, he cried out to his ally, the Primordial God Borubos, for assistance. Little did he know that the essence of his ally Erebos resided in the enemy’s body, delighting in his downfall.

The entire power of the Greek world was being drained by Kaos, and the earth began to collapse. Gaia, the Earth Goddess, had no resistance and was entirely drained by her father.

Nyx, however, had already completed her severing of this world by the time Nezha triumphed. Though her remaining strength was only thirty percent of her peak state, it was far better than the others.

The final primordial god, Karkaros, seemed as though he had no personal consciousness, resembling mere white blood cells. His sole intent was relentless consumption, and without the suppression of darkness, night, and earth, he began frenziedly devouring everything he contacted, turning all to chaos.

The Greek world dissolved into a scene of utter apocalypse, where the heavens crumbled and the earth fractured.

Nyx, efficient as ever, returned swiftly upon detecting Kaos nearing completion. She handed the Mountain and River Map back to Nezha and dove into it herself. She couldn’t resist the lure of this incredible treasure; not seizing the chance to explore it would indeed be a waste.

Nezha pocketed the Mountain and River Map and waited a few breaths. A blond, blue-eyed replica of Nezha stood before him. Kaos, evidently struggling to adapt to a human form, opened his mouth twice before speaking haltingly, "Re...turn...it...to me."

"Call me daddy."

"I... do not have...a father."

"Call me daddy."

"You...are not...father. Return it...to me."

Nezha was tempted to sell sunflower seeds to Kaos; the way he stared blankly at Nezha’s face was both unsettling and irritating.

"Not giving it back."

This time, Kaos refrained from talking further and opted to attack, charging directly toward Nezha. Wanting to test his opponent’s capabilities, Nezha didn’t use any magical treasures. The two clashed fists, resulting in Nezha taking a few steps back while Kaos’s entire arm shattered.

Yet Kaos appeared indifferent, promptly regenerating from the world’s energy before attacking again. After a hundred rounds of combat, Nezha detected a peculiar pattern.

The opponent’s martial skill grew increasingly formidable with time, clearly adapting to his body. Moreover, the techniques Kaos employed were all too familiar to Nezha. After trading blows and pulling some distance apart, Kaos extended both hands, producing a great sword and a long spear.

These were Frost’s Sorrow and Fangtian Halberd. He subsequently adopted a combat stance using the very fighting style Nezha employed during his incarnation as Hercules.

This entity clearly sought to mimic and emulate what he considered the strongest—Hercules.

Seeing a boy who was ninety percent identical to himself wielding Frost’s Sorrow and Fangtian Halberd against him, Nezha couldn’t help but feel the absurdity of the situation. This display of filial piety felt like a boomerang that had swung back in his direction.

But Nezha raised his hand and summoned the Chaos Bell, striking it downward. Sorry, kid—times have changed!

Now a Daluo Golden Immortal, Nezha could finally utilize the Chaos Bell as his ultimate move. The crisp chime reverberated, freezing Kaos and the nearly fractured heavens in place.

Nezha swept his God Slaying Spear, unleashing terror-inducing killing intent and destructive power that reduced Kaos to nothingness. Yet as the Chaos Bell’s energy dissipated and the world’s forces converged, Kaos reappeared once more.

As the embodiment of this world’s will, Kaos could not perish as long as the world remained unbroken.

Reconstructing his body, Kaos stared blankly at the Chaos Bell and God Slaying Spear in Nezha’s hands. He extended his hand to conjure an identical version, and before long, an outwardly identical Chaos Bell materialized in his grasp. He rang it, but the resulting sound was utterly useless.

This scene genuinely amused Nezha. Kaos indeed had some brainpower—but not much.

The God Slaying Spear struck yet again, unleashing its annihilating power to destroy Kaos’s body. However, he quickly regenerated, realizing that he couldn’t replicate Nezha’s treasures. Returning to his great sword and long spear, he charged once more.

As formidable as the Chaos Bell was, its consumption remained too high. Nezha stowed the bell away and wielded the God Slaying Spear to battle Kaos. While Kaos perished and revived repeatedly, there was no denying his rapid growth throughout the fight. In their clash, Nezha glimpsed the shadows of Hercules, Ares, Athena, Apollo, and even Zeus; their powers were imitated, refined, and merged into new techniques.

Unfortunately, this world was ultimately too rudimentary. No matter how swiftly Kaos advanced, his starting point was simply too low. Now confident in his adversary’s limitations, Nezha devised a method to eradicate him: destroy the world entirely.

With another spear thrust that pierced Kaos’s head and mangled his body, Nezha put away the God Slaying Spear.

As Kaos began reconstructing himself, Nezha formed a series of handprints. Gray mist rose from his skin, and his fair complexion became covered in dense ancient witch runes. These interconnected simplified array patterns of the Twelve Duterrestrial Gods Evil Formation transformed Nezha into a towering figure ten thousand zhang tall.

Power—he was brimming with power!

Though the current state of Nezha’s body was still inferior to Pangu’s physical manifestation via the Twelve Duterrestrial Gods Evil Formation, this time, he had retained his own consciousness. Before, he had merely been a spectator.

The excessive power strain left Nezha’s physical form struggling to endure, but the ancestral bloodline of Ancestor Witch Houtu mitigated the burden. He could only wield one axe, but this strike would fully belong to him.

The Daluo Dao Fruit automatically hovered above Nezha’s head, scattering radiant divine light as it began to simulate portions of the Tai Chi Diagram and Pangu Banner’s Dao Qi. Lastly, the Chaos Bell passed on part of its Dao Qi as well. The three merged autonomously, forming an ax that seemed both ethereal and real, appearing in Nezha’s grasp.

"My splendid child, since you love learning so much, Grandpa will teach you one killer move!"