Archdemon

With the source of chaos shattered, the ordered universe achieved the final victory this time.

All life in the universe felt boundless joy at this moment, which was the joy of the entire ordered universe.

But this joy only lasted for a short moment and came to an abrupt end.

Because under Huo Ling's sword, a brand new source of chaos appeared again.

The reason why chaos is chaos is because it is disordered!

It is one... and billions!

The chaos killed by Huo Ling is just one of countless chaotic states.

After seeing the condensed source of chaos again, Huo Ling was stunned for a moment. He re-condensed his strength and hit the source of chaos with a fierce blow.

This time, the source of chaos was shattered again.

But soon, a brand new source of chaos appeared again, at the extreme point of the opposite of order.

Chaos seems to be indestructible forever. No matter how many times Huo Ling attacks and destroys the source of chaos, chaos will eventually be reborn.

Moreover, in Huo Ling's numb eyes, the source of chaos seemed to be getting stronger again and again.

Every attack of Huo Ling seemed to be strengthening the source of chaos.

"Impossible!"

Huo Ling roared, condensing all the strength of his body, condensing the infinite rules of the ordered universe, and condensing his physical and soul power. A blow fell heavily on the source of chaos.

This time, the source of chaos was destroyed again.

It seemed that not only the source of chaos was destroyed, but also a broken hole appeared in the void that was originally empty.

This hole full of cracks seemed to be because the pole of the opposite side of the ordered universe was destroyed by Huo Ling.

At this moment, Huo Ling's heart suddenly rejoiced.

The pole was destroyed, could it be that the source of chaos could still be born?

However, behind this broken pole, more and more chaos emerged.

Huo Ling looked at this scene and was stunned for a moment. He passed through the hole left by the broken pole in disbelief.

Beyond the shattered pole, there is endless chaos. Even someone as powerful as Huo Ling cannot see the end of the chaos.

It turns out that beyond the pole, there is endless chaos. Compared with it, the source of chaos is nothing more than child's play.

Huo Ling returned to the ordered universe from the shattered pole in a trance. He stimulated his own power and repelled the chaos around him again.

The shattered pole was also slowly healing.

Finally, a new source of chaos was born on the repaired pole...

...

In a dark palace of death.

The green candlelight was swaying slowly, and a faint light emanated from the candlelight, illuminating the surrounding space.

Under the candlelight, there was a huge throne, and the figure on the throne was leaning over the table and writing something.

When he got closer, he found that what was being written was not paper, but some unknown leather.

The shape of these leathers seemed to be changing slowly, sometimes becoming huge, and sometimes shrinking.

But after the figure on the throne wrote the symbols representing the text, the change in the leather disappeared, and its state was constant until this moment.

On the leather, a series of runes were being written.

These runes seemed so regular and full of order.

And they seemed so chaotic that even the most knowledgeable scholars could not determine what these constantly changing runes meant.

As the figure on the throne finished writing the last stroke, the leather full of text was twisted up and pasted on a heavy book.

As the last page was also pasted.

The figure on the throne stood up and walked forward slowly. In front of him was a huge platform.

His tall figure stood on the platform, and the light in front illuminated his face.

Seven twisted horns of different shapes grew on his head in an orderly manner.

His appearance was majestic and handsome. On his body outside his robe, black scales grew, and on the scales there were countless changing runes.

He stretched out his hand and placed his hand with scales and sharp nails on the guardrail of the platform.

In front of his sight was a boundless darkness, but his eyes had seen through this boundless darkness.

Behind the curtain of boundless darkness was a vast galaxy.

Here the stars were shining... Here the stars were shining!!

A sudden dark wind blew, and the heavy book on the throne was flipped at this moment.

Finally, when the wind blew, the book stopped at the last page.

On the last page, a series of runes that were constantly changing seemed to stop changing at this moment.The last rune condensed into several characters with complex meanings:

The Sixth Age...The End!