Just as Zhen Yuanzi and others ascended to become Saints one after another, and the seal of the Prehistoric World was lifted, the presence of grotesques hidden throughout the heavens and myriad worlds grew increasingly intense.
Endless negative energy and the power of resentment were gathering upon the grotesques, and their numbers were rising across various Great Thousand Worlds.
In some Great Thousand Worlds where grotesque influence was particularly severe, the atmosphere had become saturated with evil spirits and grotesque entities. It was as if life had been plunged into an Underworld-like realm, where countless beings now lived in constant fear.
If a cultivator with divine eyes observed these realms, they would see that in the depths of many worlds, boundless resentment energy had formed grotesque dimensions—entire worlds tainted and twisted.
Even the gods were helpless in this situation.
These grotesques were immortal beings. As long as fear and memory of them persisted within sentient life, they could resurrect indefinitely—truly undying.
All the gods could do was continuously kill the more powerful grotesques, preventing their evolution into Evil Gods.
But even with the gods remaining vigilant for so long, a terrifying Evil God had still been born.
For now, these Evil Gods remained hidden under the control of the Grotesque Doomsday, quietly amassing power in the shadows, biding their time for a devastating counterattack against the heavens and the worlds.
At this moment, Grotesque Doomsday also received the news that the seal of the Prehistoric World was about to be broken.
"Can I finally enter the Prehistoric World?"
Upon hearing the news, Grotesque Doomsday was visibly thrilled. Its eyes gleamed with dark anticipation. "It is said that this world is the final sanctuary of gods and demons, created by the Chaos City Lord through immense effort. It is steeped in mystery.
Even the realm of death—The Underworld—which devours countless dead, is based in the Prehistoric World. This place must contain unimaginable secrets."
To be honest, Grotesque Doomsday had long been curious about the Prehistoric World and had attempted to infiltrate it before.
However, Gu Chuan had arranged countless Chaos God Forbidden Seals around it. Even with its might, the Grotesque Doomsday found it nearly impossible to enter undetected.
Sure, it could attempt a brute-force invasion.
But doing so would risk revealing its location to the terrifying Chaos City Lord, which could lead to its doom.
Truthfully, Grotesque Doomsday was deeply afraid of Gu Chuan.
Especially after learning that several of its Doomsday companions had been captured without even resisting. Since then, its fear of Gu Chuan had only deepened.
If its own whereabouts were exposed, it could very well be sealed away like the others.
While Grotesque Doomsday could not truly die, it was aware that Gu Chuan possessed a grotesque-specific sealing method. If caught, it would be sealed in a state worse than death—unable to live or die.
That outcome had to be avoided at all costs.
So, even though it had the power to break into the Prehistoric World, it had chosen to wait. And now, the opportunity it had waited for had finally arrived.
Once other Chaos Demon Gods entered the Prehistoric World en masse, it would be able to sneak in unnoticed, even by Gu Chuan himself.
"The strength of the Chaos City Lord may have already reached the Realm of the Lord of the Universe. Otherwise, there's no way he could silently eliminate those ancient Doomsdays."
This realization caused Grotesque Doomsday to be even more cautious.
It was no fool; it understood that only someone at the level of Lord of the Universe could subdue the Doomsdays so easily.
Although it was nearly impossible for a native being to reach such a level, the existence of Gu Chuan proved otherwise.
His strength and talent had clearly surpassed all expectations.
"Luckily, I am the Grotesque Doomsday—blessed with the power of immortality. Otherwise, I would have perished instantly."
This thought gave it a brief moment of relief.
Thanks to its unique grotesque nature, it could integrate itself into the deepest recesses of living beings' minds—into their very thoughts and subconscious.
Even a Lord of the Universe could not locate its true body unless it made a mistake and exposed itself.
"However, Chaos City Lord... even if you are a Lord of the Universe, you are not invincible. We have slain Lords of the Universe before."
A murderous glint appeared in the eyes of the Grotesque Doomsday.
To be honest, they had been created specifically to combat beings at the level of Universe Lords. Thus, it wasn't fear that held it back—it was lack of power and insufficient fear energy.
"The power of fear is not enough."
There was a cold gleam in its eyes.
As grotesques became more common, beings in the heavens and worlds had begun studying them and developing methods to combat them.
The root of fear lies in the unknown.
Once grotesques were no longer unknown, they became less terrifying—and less powerful.
Because of this, Grotesque Doomsday had failed to cultivate enough Evil Gods to rival the gods.
If it revealed its hidden forces prematurely, the gods could suppress them instantly, ruining its plans.
So it continued waiting for the perfect opportunity—a chance for a fatal blow.
Fortunately, it had finally discovered a way to increase its power and reignite the flames of fear.
"The Underworld... The Underworld is the key."
The eyes of Grotesque Doomsday gleamed with wicked cunning. "If I can find a way to open the gate of The Underworld, and unleash the countless dead and evil spirits trapped within, it will strike fear into every living being.
And once that boundless fear takes root, Evil Gods will manifest across the heavens and worlds, capable of challenging the divine."
Truthfully, while The Underworld had benefited the multiverse by absorbing evil spirits and undead, it had not destroyed them.
These beings still existed—sealed away in The Underworld.
These evil spirits and the dead were malevolent by nature, antithetical to life itself. If they were released, the damage and fear they would cause were unimaginable.
Beings thought long dead would reappear, causing panic on a massive scale.
And that panic would feed the grotesque powers of Grotesque Doomsday, strengthening it beyond limit.
"I must find a way to break open the gate of The Underworld. Empty it. Let every evil spirit escape."
Grotesque Doomsday wore a sinister smile—cold and cunning.