Whoosh! Whoosh!
After obtaining the solution to the Grotesques from Gu Chuan, many gods departed in peace, vanishing swiftly from the central dojo.
However, as Gu Chuan watched them leave, he shook his head, his eyes filled with solemnity.
He had indeed spoken the truth—killing these grotesques would weaken their power. Yet, the vastness of the heavens and the world meant that new and more powerful grotesques would inevitably be born. These entities possessed unimaginable abilities, making them nearly impossible to eradicate.
Even if some grotesques were destroyed, countless others would hide in the shadows, biding their time to ascend as Evil Gods. As time passed, many evil gods would rise, rivaling the gods themselves. Some deities might even fall, succumbing to their influence.
The real reason he had encouraged the gods to fight back was to break the cycle of fear. The more terrified they were, the stronger the Grotesque Doomsday became, leading to the birth of even more grotesques. Fear was the fuel of their existence.
"This is indeed troublesome," Gu Chuan murmured.
Through his divine perception, he sensed the vast expanse of the Heavens and Worlds shrouded in infinite Ghost Qi. Evil spirits, wraiths, and other malevolent entities filled the void, forming an almost irreversible tide.
This was the true terror of the Grotesque Doomsday—an apocalypse beyond salvation.
Yet, if Gu Chuan wished, he could eliminate grotesques completely using the supreme supranatural technique—True Lies—to erase all memories of grotesques from every living being. Without memory, the grotesques would cease to exist.
But such a method was meaningless.
Grotesques would continue to be born. Even if one grotesque was erased, countless others would arise. The cycle would never end.
Memory could not be sealed forever. Unless the minds of all beings were wiped blank, new legends and stories would always be created, and with them, new grotesques.
"Since they cannot be killed, they must be contained."
A sharp glint flashed in Gu Chuan's eyes. He had already devised a solution.
Grotesques were manifestations of belief and fear, born from the emotions of gods and mortals alike. These negative energies had nowhere to go, so they accumulated and materialized as grotesques.
Even without the Grotesque Doomsday, such negative energies would still pose a great threat. However, the apocalypse only accelerated this process, worsening the crisis.
The answer was simple: contain these energies in a designated space.
By doing so, grotesques would remain confined to that realm, unable to spread into the real world.
Much like the Primordial Ancient Serpent Talisman, which guided vast negative forces into a virtual realm, birthing Abyssal Monsters within that dimension, Gu Chuan intended to create a prison for grotesques.
Thus, he conceived the Book of Grotesques—a super-world designed to serve as a cage, absorbing infinite fear and negative energy.
The reason he instructed the gods to record grotesques' characteristics was to capture them within the Book of Grotesques, transforming it into an endless grotesque domain.
Eventually, each page of the book would become a grotesque world unto itself.
Undoubtedly, this book would evolve beyond a mere Chaos Treasure—it might even ascend to the rank of a Universal Secret Treasure.
"The Book of Grotesques..."
Gu Chuan rubbed his chin, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Crisis and opportunity always come together.
The Grotesque Doomsday threatened all existence, yet it also presented an opportunity. By harnessing its power, he could forge a supreme artifact, greatly enhancing his strength.
Perhaps he could even seal the Grotesque Doomsday itself within the Book of Grotesques, using its power to strengthen the book further. This would allow him to plunder the doomsday's power, turning disaster into fortune.
If successfully refined, this secret treasure would grant him dominion over infinite grotesque powers, forcing immortal grotesques to fight under his command and even bestowing control over countless laws.
It was an immeasurable power.
"However, before containing the grotesques, the problem of evil spirits must be addressed."
Gu Chuan contemplated the growing number of ghosts and monsters—remnants of powerful beings who, in death, had absorbed negative forces, malice, and murderous intent, transforming into dreadful entities.
The sheer terror they spread only strengthened their grotesque forms. Red Shoes, the Sword Demon, and other infamous grotesques were originally evil spirits that evolved through legend and fear.
Over time, distortions and exaggerations in their myths further enhanced their grotesque nature, making them even more terrifying.
Yet, this was only the surface of the problem.
As their numbers grew, the world itself risked becoming a land of the dead. When the balance tipped, the power of Death, Resentment, and Darkness would erode the fabric of reality, corrupting Spiritual Qi and weakening the essence of life.
Thus, it was imperative to contain and detain these evil spirits.
"To imprison these spirits, the Underworld must be built, along with the Six Paths of Reincarnation."**
Gu Chuan stroked his chin thoughtfully.
In his past life, the Underworld had formed naturally. However, the current crisis necessitated artificial intervention. The number of evil spirits had skyrocketed, and waiting for the natural emergence of an underworld could take eons.
For the sake of the Heavens and Worlds, an Underworld must be created.
The dead and the living cannot coexist. If they remained in the same realm, the clash between Life and Death energies would lead to complete world collapse.
That was something Gu Chuan would never allow.
"Very well, I shall establish the Underworld."
With this thought, he closed his eyes, extending his divine senses across the vast cosmos in search of the ideal location for the Underworld.
Before long, he found a place—a region of profound darkness, a void brimming with death and silence.
It was the Underworld Void of the Prehistoric World.
Undoubtedly, this Underworld was the largest in all existence, capable of accommodating countless evil spirits. It was the perfect prison to confine the ghosts of the heavens and the world.
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, Gu Chuan vanished from the central dojo, stepping directly into the Prehistoric Underworld—the abyss where the dead would find their eternal rest.