Baby with Daoist Monarch System

Chapter 511 Reforge My Immortal Body for Me

Taking the ”origin point” touched by that finger as the center, invisible ”cracks” to the naked eye began to madly spread across that gigantic ”wound”!

They were not cracks in the physical sense.

They were cracks in ”Logic”! The collapse of ”Concept”!

The existence of the ”Resentful Monarch” was founded upon ”Chaos”, ”distortion”, ”malice”, ”Despair”... upon this conglomerate of complex ”negative concepts”.

And that one finger of the Dao Ruins represented the simplest, purest, most indisputable ”axiom”.

When a complex ”false proposition” built from countless ”lies” riddled with contradiction and fallacy.

Is confronted by the simplest, most fundamental, self-evident ”Truth”.

There is only one outcome.

And that is—

Collapse!

”No... this... what... is...”

A strand of intent filled with unprecedented, absolute terror and bewilderment stuttered out from within that ”wound”.

It felt its ”existence” being ”simplified”!

The countless ”Resentments” of shattered worlds that formed its essence were being ”restored” to the most primordial ”information”.

The ”kingly” ”malice” that drove its actions was being stripped of all ”directionality”, reduced to meaningless ”entropy”.

It was like an immeasurably complex malignant virus program piled together from endless garbage code.

Its core had been directly struck by a lowest-level ”format” command!

Crack... crack...

The sound of ”Logic” collapsing grew ever louder.

That gigantic ”wound” began to flake away, piece by piece, like a sand sculpture weathered by the wind.

What flaked away was not flesh and blood, not Energy, but segments of broken ”spacetime code” that had lost all meaning, and lines upon lines of ”Dao Laws” whose contents had already been ”erased”.

It was being ”disassembled”!

It was being wiped out from the level of ”existence” itself!

”King... save...”

Its final plea for rescue was cut off before it could be sent.

Boom!!!!

That gigantic ”wound”, that terrifying ”Resentful Monarch” who had driven the three Lamp Keepers to Despair for nine epochs, under that single finger of the Dao Ruins, finally and utterly collapsed!

It did not turn to flying ash, did not erupt into an Energy storm.

Instead, it dissolved into billions upon billions of the purest ”points of light”, each as resplendent as a star.

These points of light carried no attributes, neither holy nor evil, neither scorching nor freezing.

They were what the ”Resentful Monarch” was restored into after being ”formatted”: the most primordial ”constituent elements” of this ”bubble world”.

Then these points of light, like tired birds returning to the woods, began to slowly merge into the surrounding swath of ”normal” spacetime that had been ”calibrated” by the Dao Ruins.

It was as though they were patching up the original ”scars” of this world.

A crisis great enough to overturn an epoch.

Thus dissipated into nothing.

The entire world fell into Deathly Silence.

Within the tower, the Lamp Keeper, Cang Ya, and Ling Shu—three ancient beings who had survived endless ages and witnessed epochs rise and fall—had minds that were now completely blank.

They stood with mouths agape and eyes wide, like three mortal statues shocked into stillness by a miracle.

What... exactly had just happened?

A ”Monarch of Ink Shadow” capable of facing a front-ranking Fire Holder of the Fire sequence head-on.

A terrifying existence before whom they could not even give birth to the thought of resistance.

Had just...

Been erased...

With a single finger?

That was not a battle.

It could not even be called ”annihilation”.

It was more like...

A rigorous scholar casually wiping away a wrong, superfluous stain from a sheet of draft paper.

Offhand, and utterly calm.

The Dao Ruins slowly withdrew its finger.

On that eternally unchanged face there was no expression at all. As if it had merely done something trivial.

The ”absolute normal” Domain extending three feet around his body also slowly dispersed as he drew back his aura.

This patch of calibrated void began once more to reconnect with the greater environment of the ”bubble world”.

Yet at that very moment.

Mutations arose anew!

At the core where the ”Resentful Monarch” collapsed, amidst those billions of points of light, a single black tear formed in silence, pitch-dark as ink yet crystal clear, as though it had condensed all the ”resentment” and ”hatred” in existence...

That was the last, most fundamental strand of ”obsession” the ”Resentful Monarch” had left behind before being ”formatted”!

It was the ”proof” of its existence!

This black tear did not merge into the void like the other points of light.

It merely quivered, then in an instant pierced through spacetime, ignoring the barrier of the Boundary Tower, and shot off toward a direction no one could foresee!

Its target was not the Dao Ruins, nor the Boundary Tower.

But rather...

The very center of that ”True Star Map” once displayed by the Lamp Keeper!

The direction where the Fire Source lay!

”This is bad!” The Lamp Keeper was the first to react; he cried out, ”It wants to contaminate the ’Fire’!”

Yet everything happened far too quickly.

The speed of that tear surpassed causality; it seemed to have already arrived at its destination the instant it appeared.

The Lamp Keeper had no time to make any response at all.