Baby with Daoist Monarch System

Chapter 506

To ”heal” this ”lesion”, for him, was equally a form of ”cultivation”.

His understanding of ”existence” and ”non-existence”, his grasp of ”order” and ”chaos”, deepened once more.

Just at the moment when the Era Wailing Well was about to completely heal.

An extremely faint, almost imperceptible ”stream of information” drifted from the bottom of the well and consciously merged into Dao Ruins’s fingertips.

It was not a remnant from any civilization.

It was older, more primal.

As if this ”well” itself, before completely disappearing, was returning a ”token of gratitude” to Dao Ruins for healing it.

Buzz!

Dao Ruins’s body trembled slightly.

A ”sight” not belonging to him flashed through his mind.

It was a... sea.

An endless, ink-black ”sea”.

This sea was the ”Sea of Realms” Dao Ruins had always faced.

However, in this vision, he saw the ”end” of the Sea of Realms.

It wasn’t ”void”, nor was it ”non-existence”.

Rather, it was a... black ”coast”.

On the coast stood some indescribable, twisted, bizarre ”shadows”.

They seemed to be composed of pure ”malice” and ”madness”.

And what most shook Dao Ruins’s will was, he saw those shattered cosmos and broken worlds that were swallowed by ”Gui Xu” in the Sea of Realms... after being ”filtered” and ”twisted” by Gui Xu, their ”remains” were actually washed up onto that black coast!

Then, devoured and absorbed by the twisted ”shadows” on the coast like enjoying a feast!

Gui Xu... isn’t the end?

It’s just a ”passage”? A ”filter”?

It converts worlds of ”existence” into ”non-existence” energy, then conveys it to the ”entities” on that black coast?

We, the Guardians, the Fire, this dam... everything we protect, everything we fight against...

Could it be that we are merely selecting ”food” for those ”shadows”?

This thought exploded in Dao Ruins’s heart like a creation thunder!

This is a terrible truth, capable of overthrowing everything!

All along, everyone existing, including those exalted ”players”, believed their enemy was ”Gui Xu”, the definitive opposite representing the ”ultimate nothingness”.

But what if there’s something behind Gui Xu?

If ”nothingness” is just a process.

And at the end of the process lies an existence more terrifying, more unfathomable than ”nothingness”?

For the first time, Dao Ruins’s eternally unchanged face showed a hint of... gravity.

The Fire imprint within him, upon perceiving this stream of information, too erupted with unprecedented terror and resistance, trembling madly as if seeing its own ”nemesis”.

Dao Ruins slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the endless mist, towards the deeper part of the dam.

There lay the genuine ”Restricted Area”, unvisited even by Guardians.

He knew that his previous thoughts might have been wrong.

He was not merely the ”doctor” of this dam.

What he needed to face was perhaps not just the ”lesions” on the dam.

In this endgame with the entire Sea of Chaos as the chessboard.

The real ”enemy” perhaps has never truly taken the stage until now.

He clenched his fist, the ”Gui Xu Crystal” refined by him, formed from Ruins Spirit’s origin, emitted a cold chill in his palm.

He felt within it, the pure power of ”nothingness”.

Perhaps, this power is not merely the power of ”destruction”.

It is also a ”key”.

A key capable of leading to that ”black coast”.

Dao Ruins did not linger any longer.

He took steps forward, continuing on.

His silhouette remains solitary.

But his goal is no longer simply to ”repair” this dam.

He aims to reach the end of the dam.

He must venture into the depths of the mist.

He must see with his own eyes.

That so-called ”black coast”.

And those entities on the coast that feed on ”Gui Xu”... what are they truly!

His path, at this moment, becomes clearer, yet... more perilous.

And this boundless, desolate Sea of Realms Dam, because of the corner of truth he glimpsed, begins to stir an unpredictable, monstrous wave in future years, even those exalted ”players” dwelling in the Land of Truth cannot foresee!

The Sea of Realms stretches boundlessly, the ages pass silently.

Dao Ruins’s footsteps, on the ancient dam, leave an invisible ”path trace”. This trace isn’t imprinted in matter but inscribed on the foundation of ”existence”. Where he walked through, time-space is smoothed, laws are organized, the wails of all paths return to a supreme tranquility.

Far behind him, Thunder Lord and Wen Xi, like two small boats, struggled, attempting to keep up with the figure nearing the end of perception.

They dared not get too close.

Just pursuing the ”afterglow” left by Dao Ruins brought them unprecedented pressure and... transformation.

Thunder Lord’s ”Thunder Path” was undergoing a remarkable metamorphosis. In the past, his thunder represented destruction, judgment, the universe’s violent sentiments embodied. But now, under the wash of that ”afterglow”, a starkly opposite attribute—”life”—was gradually being born in the origin of his thunder.