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Chapter 8 - Chapter 8: Abyssal Beings

Chapter 8: Abyssal Beings

According to the usual logic of divine world design, the rapid decline of Chu Hao's divine fire signified the imminent collapse of his world.

These divine fire values were not just mere numbers.

They represented both the potential of his world and Chu Hao's own strength.

The vitality of divine fire determined whether he could one day ascend to true godhood.

By all reason, Chu Hao should have cared deeply about that number.

Yet, surprisingly, he didn't.

Because all his focus was now on the First Fallen.

All that divine fire was nothing more than food for it.

If the First Fallen was to better and more quickly reshape the rules and master authority, then Chu Hao had to sacrifice his own divine fire.

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"The conversion rate from rules to authority is fast... it's already more than halfway done."

Chu Hao opened his eyes.

A new perspective had appeared within his vision — that of the First Fallen.

At this moment, it was absorbing Chu Hao's divine fire while transforming the ownerless rules of the Abyss into usable authority.

In a normal divine world, creatures were rarely able to master the rules of their own realm.

Even a single rule, once mastered and fused, would drastically alter the essence of a creature's existence.

To put it simply, a being that grasped a rule would hold a portion of the world's power — becoming one of that world's deities.

Such a creature might even rebel against its creator's will.

And once fused with the world itself, even killing it would risk damaging the world's foundation.

No world creator could tolerate that.

Thus, ordinary beings were forbidden from touching the rules, let alone mastering authority — that was the true domain of gods.

But Chu Hao had no such concern.

From the moment he created the First Fallen, he had full control over its soul.

Though blessed by the Endless Abyss, its essence came from him — meaning he could take full control, leaving only his own will behind.

Then, through it, he could guide and evolve the entire Endless Abyss.

"It's done... a total of 333 authorities."

Chu Hao controlled the First Fallen's soul, looking at the hundreds of powers in its grasp.

"Now, the next step — to imitate the process of higher transcendent worlds."

The First Fallen opened its eyes, gazing upward from the lowest layer of the Abyss.

"Using this soul as the foundation... create the rest of the abyssal beings."

Every transcendent world shared one common process — a powerful existence would use its own essence as the cornerstone to create all living beings.

Under Chu Hao's command, the First Fallen began to change.

Its soul started expanding.

As its soul swelled, a body began to form.

Being the only living being in the Abyss, the entire realm poured its power into it.

Soon, a constantly mutating mass of flesh appeared — the First Fallen's earliest form.

In the next instant, it began violently twisting and transforming.

Under the dominance of chaotic rules, no creature could maintain a fixed form for long.

Eyes sprouted all over its body — large and small, glaring with confusion and hatred.

Some eyes shot destructive rays, others released petrifying beams, and still others distorted time itself.

But in the next moment, they all vanished — absorbed back into the writhing flesh.

New organs formed — hideous mouths filled with fangs, insect-like mandibles, or dripping poisonous mist.

Then the mouths disappeared, replaced by limbs and claws, torsos, heads, fur...

It shifted from insect to beast, from eye-covered horror to pure monstrosity — even taking on the form of plants at one point.

Each transformation represented adaptation — mastering a different environment within the Abyss and a new way of using its powers.

Only through such twisted evolution could its offspring grow rapidly into beings fit for the depths.

"That's enough."

Chu Hao saw the mutation slowing down and immediately moved the First Fallen's soul.

"Raaaahhhhhh!"

Suddenly, the First Fallen felt fear and endless agony.

But it was too late.

Its soul and body shattered in an instant, exploding into countless fragments.

The fragments of its soul shot toward the various planes of the Endless Abyss.

Some planes were shrouded in poisonous mist, others frozen wastelands of death, others blazing infernos.

Each layer drew in part of the First Fallen's shattered soul.

Its flesh fragments, meanwhile, were absorbed by the Abyss itself.

The entire Abyss began imitating — reconstructing the body of an abyssal being.

Across all sixty-six layers, an evolutionary race began.

Countless primitive abyssal creatures were born.

A fragment of soul, nurtured by the Abyss and the flesh of the First Fallen, grew into an insect — only to be devoured by a stronger monster.

That monster, in turn, was slain by an eyeball-shaped demon, ending its evolution.

Scenes like this unfolded across every plane of the Abyss.

Souls grew, broke apart, and were reborn again and again.

A small portion of the fragments that died returned to the deepest layer of the Abyss.

There, they slowly gathered.

Yet, strangely, no new life was ever born in that lowest layer.

For that place — the most unfathomable, indescribable depth of the Endless Abyss — would forever belong to one being alone.

The First Fallen...

The future consciousness of the Endless Abyss.

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