Chen Chu sat cross-legged in the void within the now-emptied white principle world tree, clad in a dark imperial robe coiled with dragons and crowned with the Imperial Crown of Twenty-Four Heavens.0

Chen Chu’s true form stood thirty-thousand-kilometers tall, like a massive celestial body that radiated an oppressive presence. As his eyes opened, the entire void trembled violently, as if an ancient deity had awakened. The world’s principles resonated with him like a rising tide.0

Golden, white, and purple waves of light spread outward from his body, soft yet immense, covering billions of kilometers in the blink of an eye. His figure grew hazy, as though sinking into a deeper layer of existence, yet to those who beheld him, he appeared vast and supreme, like the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao itself.0

Those three radiant layers were the light of his heavens, representing the Third Primordial Heaven, the realm of a Primordial Monarch.0

This was Chen Chu’s harvest after...2