Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 90 - : When the Deadline Comes, Open the Altar and Preach

"The Frost Demon Bear is dead?"

A group of new demon gods exchanged shocked glances, their expressions filled with disbelief. The idea that such a powerful demon god could fall so silently was almost unimaginable.

"I don't know whether he is truly dead or not, but the likelihood is extremely high. After all, countless demon gods have been captured in this way, and none have ever returned. More than likely, he is gone for good."

An old demon god spoke lazily, as if stating an obvious fact.

The others nodded in agreement. They all believed that the Frost Demon Bear had perished. No demon god who dared to stir trouble in Chaos City had ever managed to leave alive.

This was precisely why Chaos City remained eerily peaceful. Without such an iron-fisted rule, how could rebellious demon gods coexist here so obediently? Even those who held deep grudges had no choice but to set them aside once they entered the city.

"Could it have been the Chaos City Lord who dealt with the Frost Demon Bear just now?"

A new demon god asked, his voice trembling with fear. He couldn't fathom any other being capable of subduing the Frost Demon Bear in absolute silence except for the mysterious and unfathomable Chaos City Lord.

"No, it wasn't the Chaos City Lord, but the city itself."

The veteran demon god shook his head.

"You must be joking. The Chaos City itself has such power? Isn't it just a building?"

Some of the newer demon gods were skeptical, unable to comprehend how mere architecture could possess such might.

"A building?"

The veteran demon god let out a low chuckle. "Have you ever seen a structure that even the Overlord Demon Gods could not destroy? No. In the vastness of chaos, there is only one such example—this city.

Let me tell you the truth. Chaos City is no ordinary construct; it is an immensely powerful artifact, a Magic Treasure of unparalleled strength. Its power rivals even those treasures born directly from chaos itself."

His gaze swept across the gathered demon gods, his tone carrying a weight of certainty.

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"Magic Treasure? Are you saying that demon gods can actually craft such things? I thought Magic Treasures were born naturally from chaos, not something that could be forged."

The crowd of demon gods was stunned. In their understanding, Chaos Magic Treasures were mysterious objects birthed by the chaos itself. One either had to be born with one or rely on sheer luck to obtain it.

Naturally, very few demon gods were born with such treasures. Most had never even seen one, and those who had usually met their demise soon after—because witnessing an enemy's Magic Treasure often meant facing one's own death.

But now, the idea that demon gods could forge their own treasures on par with those formed by chaos was astonishing. It shattered their previous understanding, opening their minds to new possibilities.

"This means... if Chaos City itself wields such terrifying power, then aren't we like turtles trapped in a jar? If the Chaos City Lord wants to deal with us, we have no way to resist."

A demon god spoke, his face paling as he considered the implications.

The thought chilled him to the bone. If the so-called 'preaching' was merely a scheme, a carefully laid trap, then stepping into the city was no different from a sheep willingly walking into a tiger's den.

For a moment, hesitation took root in his heart. He suddenly felt an urge to flee from this place as soon as possible, convinced that Chaos City was a deadly snare filled with venomous serpents.

"To be honest, your concerns are not entirely baseless."

The veteran demon god smiled slightly. "Indeed, some fearful demon gods have already fled because of this suspicion. But those who chose to stay in Chaos City believe otherwise. They do not see this as a trap and are willing to trust in the Chaos City Lord."

He paused before continuing, "I won't deny it—there were demon gods who left out of fear. Even now, they linger outside, too afraid to approach, only daring to observe from a distance."

"But why should we trust the Chaos City Lord?"

Some demon gods remained unconvinced. After all, they were all competitors, strangers to one another, each seeking their own survival. Trusting a powerful, unknown entity seemed illogical.

The veteran demon god chuckled.

"It's simple. We are taking a gamble—that the Chaos City Lord has no such malicious intent.

After all, beings of such immense power no longer need to devour others to strengthen themselves. His realm has already surpassed our comprehension."

He glanced around before adding, "More importantly, the number of demon gods gathered here is enormous. No matter how insatiable the Chaos City Lord's appetite may be, it would be impossible for him to consume us all."

"I see..."

The new demon gods exchanged glances, nodding slightly. They did not believe for a second that a supreme being would refrain from devouring other demon gods—but they couldn't deny the logic of his words.

With so many demon gods present, including several overlords, even if a trap was laid, it would be difficult to ensnare them all. If something were to go wrong, the Chaos City Lord would have to face an unprecedented rebellion.

"Of course, if you still fear being deceived, you are free to leave. No one will stop you."

The veteran demon god's voice remained indifferent. "But if you walk away now, you may miss out on an extraordinary opportunity. The choice is yours."

Silence fell as the new demon gods weighed their options. After a long internal struggle, they ultimately decided to stay.

The reasoning was simple—they had journeyed far and sacrificed much to reach Chaos City. They hadn't come here just to turn back empty-handed.

Moreover, even if this was a trap, there were countless others present to share in their fate.

With that in mind, their worries faded. Besides, the moment they had been waiting for was fast approaching. The Chaos City Lord would soon open the altar and begin his sermon.

A hundred epochs passed in the blink of an eye.

At last, the moment arrived. Gu Chuan awakened from his state of seclusion. His colossal form—a primeval ancient serpent—stretched across the sky above Chaos City, exuding an overwhelming, divine presence.

An immeasurable pressure descended upon the land. All demon gods could feel it—a suffocating force that made even the strongest tremble.

None could look directly at the towering figure of the primeval ancient serpent without feeling their souls quake in awe.