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Chapter 150
Hazel
17:02,Jul 03,2025
Eons ago, in the Primordial Era, when chaos first birthed order, the universe's origin sought to halt the unchecked growth of all living beings—a growth that threatened to overwhelm creation itself. From chaos, it shaped a body; from primordial energy, it drew breath; with black holes as its maw and stars as its lid, it forged the World-Destroying Divine Coffin. This artifact was destined to consume the four seas, suppress the eight directions, scorch eternity, and refine the heavens.
Aeons later, during the War of the Gods, the World-Destroying Divine Coffin appeared without warning. It swallowed the warring gods, obliterated the entire Realm of the Gods, and vanished without a trace. Its name, however, resounded across the myriad realms, a symbol of terror that subdued even the mightiest of gods and demons.
Countless millennia passed. A young man, buried alive, found himself inexplicably merged with the coffin that was meant to entomb him. From that moment, the "Burial Youth" rose to prominence, his name shaking the Eight Wastelands.
"Saving lives? That’s not my forte. Burying people? Now that, I’m quite skilled at," he declared, his voice cold and unyielding.
With an icy gaze and a quiet murmur, he spoke words that reverberated across worlds:
"I wield the Chaos Divine Coffin—it buries the heavens, the earth, mortals, immortals, and even gods themselves."
