Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 430: Taiji Chaos Monument, Death Chaos Monument

"I found it too."

Just as Lingbao Tianzun and Yuanshi Tianzun discovered the Chaos Monument destined for them, Daode Tianzun also arrived before one of the paintings along the corridor. In that moment, he too discovered the image of a Chaos Monument that resonated with him.

To be honest, he was drawn by the rhythm of the Middle Way.

It was a simple pattern—only black and white—intertwined like two fish chasing one another.

Yet, it was precisely these two colors that shook Daode Tianzun to his core, as if the pattern captured the entire world, even the entire universe.

In fact, wasn't the entire Chaos Universe just like this—black and white, Yin and Yang?

Faintly, he could sense that the black and white pattern contained the forces of Yin and Yang, and that these forces formed the very foundation of universal power.

From the duality of Yin and Yang, and the contrast of black and white, he seemed to grasp the essence of the Chaos Universe's laws—the very core that sustains all existence.

Though they were two distinct forces, they could evolve into endless variations, deducing all things in the universe, encompassing nature and the infinite beings within.

Fire and water, heat and cold, female and male, sun and moon—everything in the world reflected this principle: mutual generation and mutual opposition, divided into Yin and Yang, fundamentally opposed.

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However, despite being opposites, these two powers could harmoniously merge in an unfathomable union, inseparable and complementary, as though they were one—neither could exist without the other.

This was Taiji Liangyi, the fusion of Yin and Yang.

"This is the Taiji Chaos Monument."

A terrifying brilliance flickered in Daode Tianzun's eyes. He felt this monument was fated for him—that perhaps his path to enlightenment lay within this very stele.

If he could comprehend this Taiji Chaos Monument, he believed he would grasp the Supreme Dao and unravel the infinite laws of the Chaos Universe.

"This is the one."

Daode Tianzun made his decision immediately. He had chosen this Chaos Monument. Even if a better one lay ahead, he no longer cared.

"I see."

Witnessing the actions of the Sanqing, the eyes of Patriarch Kunpeng and Patriarch Styx gleamed with understanding.

These were beings of great wisdom in the Prehistoric Era; they instantly recognized the Sanqing's approach.

With a Dao Heart, one could resonate with the murals, finding a path that aligned with their own Dao. This was indeed the method to find a suitable Chaos Monument.

"I am Kunpeng. Born in the wild North Sea, I spread my wings and soared 90,000 miles. I am freedom incarnate."

Patriarch Kunpeng radiated a powerful spatial aura, as though countless spatial runes surged from his body. His form grew translucent, becoming one with space itself.

With a whoosh, he moved slightly, and the surrounding void rippled like waves. In the blink of an eye, he vanished, searching for the Chaos Monument that resonated with his nature.

"This is the one."

Before long, Patriarch Kunpeng stopped before a painting, staring at it intently. The image seemed to contain infinite laws and mysteries. Fine, delicate lines etched across it outlined the laws of time and space.

Though it was simply a black line, it seemed to draw his soul into an endless continuum of time and space. The mystery contained within was unfathomable, pulling him deeper the longer he gazed.

Faintly, the space around the image distorted. Even time seemed to slow around it—its flow no longer matching the outside world.

The power of this image alone could influence time and space. It was nothing short of miraculous.

"Spacetime Chaos Monument!"

Patriarch Kunpeng was ecstatic. He had finally found the Chaos Monument that suited him best. It embodied the supreme principles of the Dao of Time and Space.

If he could master it, he could become the sovereign of time and space, completing his Dao path.

However, the mysteries of time and space within were enough to study for a lifetime.

Many geniuses seemed to have also chosen this very pattern.

"I am Patriarch Styx, born from the Nether Blood Sea of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, embodying death, slaughter, and immortality..." Patriarch Styx closed his eyes.

He did not conceal his aura. The power of the Nether Blood Sea surged freely, cloaking the surrounding void in a sea of blood.

Within the endless crimson waves lurked countless Asura, evil spirits, and undead—he seemed a dreadful god of death emerging from the depths of the Underworld.

"I've found it."

Soon after, Patriarch Styx stopped before another painting. This one was black, eerie, and terrifying. It depicted a skeleton cloaked in a black robe, holding a sickle.

It looked like a death god from the Underworld. Though it was only a painting, it seemed ready to leap out and claim his soul.

From the image, he could feel the terrifying power of Death. The skeletal figure held the authority of Death and strode the path of the Yellow Springs.

The image exuded a black mist of death. Any life approaching it would slowly be drained of vitality.

Many other geniuses recognized the strangeness of this image, but avoided it entirely.

It was not a picture that could be easily understood. It was not suitable for ordinary beings to comprehend—thus, few chose it.

"Death Chaos Monument!"

Patriarch Styx clenched his fists tightly. He knew instantly—this was the monument destined for him. It directly channeled the Law of Death and held the ultimate mysteries of mortality.

Born from the Nether Blood Sea, he had been intertwined with Death from the beginning. This monument was the true reflection of his Dao.

"This is it."

Patriarch Styx made his decision without hesitation.

"Though we may not possess a Dao Heart, we carry a Buddha Heart."

At that moment, Zhunti Daoren and Jieyin Daoren stepped forward. Golden light burst from their bodies, radiating waves of Dao Rhyme. Around them, the air shimmered as if countless Buddhas were chanting sacred scriptures.

From their position, golden layers of divine realms spread outwards.

They, too, were peerless geniuses—not inferior to the Three Pure Ones—and masters of understanding the subtleties of human emotion and interaction.

"Hmm?!"

Suddenly, Jieyin Daoren paused before a certain image, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He had found an extraordinary painting—one that contained the supreme power of Karma...