Baby with Daoist Monarch System

The end of destruction is not emptiness, but rebirth.

This was a supreme principle glimpsed only in ancient texts, yet now it vividly unfolded within his own Dao. The bottleneck, the invisible barrier that had troubled him for epochs, was quietly dissolving away, like silent rain nurturing the earth.

”This...” Thunder Lord was overwhelmed with shock. He could sense that if he paused for a moment, perhaps in a brief seclusion, he might take that long-desired step towards a higher realm.

Yet, he did not pause.

He stared fixedly at the figure ahead, even though it had blurred into a mere ”concept,” he refused to give up the pursuit.

Because he understood that this tiny ”fortune” was but a bit of ”dust” accidentally dropped from the fingers of that higher existence while walking.

The true ”Dao” was ahead.

Compared to Thunder Lord’s shock, Wen Xi’s feelings were more complex. Her ”embracing” Dao allowed her to experience the state of Dao Ruins more profoundly than Thunder Lord.

In her perception, Dao Ruins was no longer an ”individual.”

He was like a ”standard,” an ”origin point.”

When he walked, he was not ”repairing” the dam but was ”defining” it. He was announcing anew what was ”correct” to this distorted, diseased space-time.

What is ”space”? The distance beneath his feet is ”space.”

What is ”time”? The rhythm of his steps is ”time.”

What is ”Dao”? His very existence is ”Dao.”

This feeling, from the depths of her soul, gave rise to a reverence rooted in life’s instinct.

”We... are witnessing a miracle.” Wen Xi’s voice was soft, yet carried unprecedented determination, ”A miracle of the Dao, transcending Fire and Gui Xu, beyond all our understanding, is happening...”

Thunder Lord was silent. He couldn’t fully comprehend Wen Xi’s words, but he could see the result. He looked deep into the dam, where the dense fog shrouded the Restricted Area that even made his heart shiver.

”Is he going there?”

”Yes.” Wen Xi nodded, her expression solemn, ”The ’reality’ he perceives far exceeds ours. The ’enemy’ he must face might not be Gui Xu, as we have always fought.”

”What could it be?”

Wen Xi shook her head, her beautiful eyes reflecting that solitary figure, softly muttering to herself, ”I don’t know... but from today, the history of this dam might... need to be rewritten.”

...

Dao Ruins stopped walking.

He had passed the thirty thousandth barrier, entering an area where no guardian had been able to stay long-term.

The scenery here had changed again.

There was no ”emotional knot” like Era Wailing Well, nor was there a ”tumor” like Ten Thousand Dao Tomb.

Ahead, there was a ”fault line.”

It was as if an unimaginable giant axe had struck the Sea of Realms Dam from the dimension of ”existence.”

Between the thirty-thousand-and-first barrier and the thirty-thousand-and-second barrier, a bottomless ”chasm” had appeared.

This chasm was not a spatial fissure.

But a cliff of ”causality.”

Dao Ruins stood quietly at the ”edge,” his Chaos-colored eyes gazing at this eerie region.

In his ”vision,” this chasm was filled with billions of broken ”causal lines.”

A speck of dust falling here might have ”already struck the ground” before it ”fell.” Or it might ”forever remain in the process of falling,” never reaching the end.

A thought rising here, if you wish to ”advance,” might result in your body instantly disassembling into basic particles. Because the ”cause” of ”advancing” does not lead to the ”effect” of ”moving,” but randomly links to ”disassembly” instead.

Here is the graveyard of ”logic,” the ruins of ”reason.”

Any creature attempting to forcefully cross this area with their Dao faces only one outcome—Dao Heart confusion, logical collapse, and ultimately even the concept of ”self” would be completely disintegrated, becoming part of this chaotic causality.

Because your ”Dao” itself is built on ”logic” and ”causality.” When the foundation collapses, how can everything upon it continue?

This is a more insidious and unsolvable ”fatal strike” than Gui Xu pollution.

Gui Xu pollution, you can still resist, still can purify.

But how can you resist this ”causal abyss”? You cannot even predict what kind of ”consequence” the act of ”resistance” would yield.

Dao Ruins could ”see” across the chasm, on the thirty-thousand-and-second barrier, lay a skeleton.

The skeleton was entirely Liuli jade color, even having fallen for countless epochs, it still emitted Immortal divine luster. On the bones, densely inscribed ”true words,” each word seemed to contain a principle of life and death of a world.

This was once a supreme giant, having reached Thunder Lord and Wen Xi’s level, even surpassing them.

Clearly, he attempted to cross this chasm but failed.

Dao Ruins could even ”retrace” the moment of his demise.

This giant had offered his natal treasure, a scroll of the ”Celestial Destiny Dao Map,” attempting to use the certainty of ”Celestial Destiny” to forcibly link the broken causality to pave a path.

However, at the moment he stepped onto the Dao Map, the ”cause” of ”Celestial Destiny” led to the ”effect” of ”his own Nirvana.”

He was killed by his own ”Dao.”

Without a chance to struggle.

Dao Ruins withdrew his gaze from the skeleton and looked towards the chaotic depths of the chasm.

His eternally unchanging face remained without emotion.

Compassion? Regret?

These are meaningless for a strong one who has already fallen.

He was merely ”observing,” ”analyzing.”

He saw, within the billions of broken, chaotic causal lines, there was an intertwining... extremely faint, yet omnipresent ”impurity.”

It was a virus full of ”malice” and ”mockery,” non-logical.

Like a hacker of supreme skill, infiltrating the ”Cosmos,” this sophisticated computer, altering the most fundamental ”code,” making ”1+1” no longer equal ”2,” but equal to all random, absurd possibilities.

And the breath of this ”virus”...

Dao Ruins’ eyes slightly focused.

It was of the same origin as the information flow from the ”Black Coast” he perceived at the bottom of Era Wailing Well!

Yet clearer, even... ”fresher.”

As if the formation of this causal abyss occurred not long ago. Or rather, it is being perpetuated in its crumbling state by power from a distant realm.

So that’s it.

Dao Ruins understood.

Gui Xu is the ”battlefield.”

And those ”shadows” use this battlefield to project various unimaginable ”attacks” onto the world of ”existence.”

The ”pollution” of Ten Thousand Dao Tomb is a biological weapon.

The ”despair” of Era Wailing Well is a spiritual plague.

And the ”chaos” of this causal abyss is... a ”logic bomb.”

They utilize the lesions on the Dam to test and select different forms of Weapons that can dismantle ”existence.”

And Fire, along with all the guardians, in the endless epochs, did not even know who their true ”enemy” was.

They were merely passively clearing the ”radiation” and ”ruins” left after the explosions of these ”Weapons.”

How pathetic.

Dao Ruins slowly raised his right hand.

He did not summon any Magical Treasure nor activate any Divine Techniques.

He merely stretched that hand, composed of Chaos Source, seemingly not present in this world, towards the ”causal abyss,” where even supreme giants feel despair.