For countless years, Gu Chuan wandered.
His vast serpent body coiled endlessly through the boundless gray tides, yet his Divine Sense found nothing but emptiness. Again and again, he extended his awareness, brushing across mountains of chaos mist and rivers of violent airflow—yet not a single treasure revealed itself.
The legends had spoken of endless Chaos Magic Treasures, born from the Dao itself. But in this infinite ocean, even finding one was like searching for a single drop of water.
Once, he thought he felt something. His eyes narrowed, coils surging forward with terrifying speed—only to find nothing but barren void, the illusion of his own desperate hope.
Another time, a glimmer of light flickered at the edge of his Divine Sense. He chased it across millions of miles, but the "light" was only chaotic lightning tearing the void apart.
Gu Chuan's patience was immense, forged from the silence of eternity. But even so, his golden serpent eyes grew sharper, colder. Was this the fate of all who searched Chaos? To chase mirages until even time itself forgot them?
And then—
"Wait. What is that?"
Just as Gu Chuan was about to leave, his Divine Sense spread once more, brushing across the endless void. This time, he instantly sensed a faint ripple—a chaotic void hundreds of thousands of miles away producing weak fluctuations.
If it hadn't been for his keen Divine Sense, merged with the void itself, he would never have noticed it.
Whoosh!
In an instant, his enormous body streaked through the currents of Chaos. His movement was lightning—breaking apart violent airflows as he rushed toward the source.
When he arrived, his serpent eyes widened.
Floating before him was a chaotic airflow the size of a fist, spinning continuously as if cocooning something within. Though to his four-million-kilometer body it was as insignificant as a mote of dust, the mysterious aura and unique law fluctuations it exuded were undeniable.
Without Divine Sense, he would never have detected it.
Boom!
A thought surged, and his power smashed through the chaotic sphere. The outer shell shattered instantly, revealing a golden Feng Shui compass with a red pointer that buzzed and spun wildly.
"What is this?"
Gu Chuan's coils stilled. Carefully, he brought the golden compass close. It pulsed with mysterious energy, laws woven into its every line. Clearly, this was no ordinary relic—it was a true Chaos Magic Treasure.
His blood stirred. And then, from the depths of his sea of consciousness, something ancient awoke. Instinct, carried in the marrow of his bloodline.
Venom refining treasure.
He understood. Unlike other demon gods, his method of bonding with treasure was unique. As the first primordial serpent, born of Chaos itself, his blood birthed the first venom. This venom was not only lethally toxic—it was corrosive, able to erode and assimilate both life and treasure alike.
If he willed it, even a treasure like this compass could be refined into his own.
Without hesitation, Gu Chuan forced out a single drop of primordial venom. The drop fell like a black star, vast as a mountain, and landed upon the compass.
Boom!
The venom writhed like a living thing, sinking into the golden compass. Though immense, the treasure greedily absorbed it, swallowing the venom whole.
The next moment—
Boom~~
Gu Chuan's consciousness shook violently. The compass was refined instantly, its will bound to his own. A flood of information poured into his mind.
Wish Feng Shui Compass.
A treasure born of Chaos itself. Its ability—guidance. Whatever the wielder sought, the compass could point the way. Treasure, foe, salvation—it could even reveal the one path of survival in a hopeless situation.
"So amazing…"
Gu Chuan's golden eyes flickered with awe. With this treasure, the impossible suddenly seemed within reach. Yet when he tried to test it with a great wish—to find Pangu himself—the compass greedily devoured his Blood Essence. In mere breaths, half his vitality drained away.
Terrified, he severed the connection.
"So that's it… this compass is no ordinary boon. Its power demands a price."
He realized then: small wishes could be borne, great wishes would consume him alive.
So, he tested again. "Wish Compass, guide me to the best treasure nearby."
This time, the cost was tolerable. The red pointer spun, then locked northeast. A message entered his mind:
"135.95 million kilometers away, a Magic Treasure is being born."
Gu Chuan smiled grimly. At last, a true lead.
Three days of cultivation later, his essence fully restored, Gu Chuan set out. Guided by the compass, he traversed the endless Chaos until he reached a vast vortex, a storm of destruction a billion kilometers wide. Without guidance, even he would have fled—but the compass revealed a hidden path to its heart.
There, within the eye of the storm, floated a bead the size of a planet. A bead that pulsed with boundless energy, swallowing Chaos into itself.
"The Chaos Orb…"
One of the five supreme treasures of legend. Defense rivaling the Green Lotus, attack equal to the Axe, and within it—a complete chaotic world.
"I must have it."
Gu Chuan surged forward. The orb shuddered instinctively, trying to flee. But Gu Chuan invoked his bloodline's divine power—the Step of the Dark Serpent—and in an instant, he was upon it. With a single gulp, he swallowed the orb whole.
Inside his body, the orb raged. Chaos storms erupted, struggling to escape. But Gu Chuan released venom—drop after drop, until ninety-nine drops soaked the treasure. At last, the Chaos Orb was refined.
Exhausted nearly to death, yet triumphant, Gu Chuan felt the orb fuse with his soul. Its endless stored energy poured into him. His weakened body swelled, his Blood Essence surged back, and the Tao Te Ching resonated within his sea of consciousness.
Time blurred. A hundred epochs passed as he cultivated within the Orb's internal world. When at last he emerged, his body had grown to fifty million kilometers in length, his soul and laws infused with Chaos itself.
Now, he was not merely a serpent wandering the void.
He had become the embodiment of Chaos.