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Chapter 503 Reforge My Immortal Body
Chapter 511 Reforge My Immortal Body

Centered on the "origin" pointed to by that finger, invisible "cracks" began to spread wildly across the huge "wound"!
That's not a crack in the physical sense.

Rather, it is a crack in "logic"! It is the collapse of "concepts"!

The existence of the “Monarch of Resentment” is based on a complex collection of “negative concepts” such as “chaos,” “distortion,” “malice,” and “despair.”

Dao Xu's finger gesture represents the simplest, purest, and most unquestionable "axiom."

When a complex "pseudo-proposition" is constructed from countless "lies" filled with contradictions and fallacies.

When you encounter the simplest, most basic, self-evident "truth".

There is only one outcome.

That is--

collapse!

"No... what... is this...?"

A feeling of unprecedented, extreme fear and bewilderment was intermittently transmitted from that "wound".

It feels that its "existence" is being "simplified"!
Those "resentments" from countless broken worlds that constitute its essence are being "restored" into the most primitive form of "information".

Those things that drive its actions, the "malice" of the "king," are being stripped away, and all the "direction" is becoming meaningless "entropy."

It's like an incredibly complex, malicious virus program built from countless pieces of junk code.

A single, fundamental "format" command struck directly at the core!

Click... click...

The sound of "logic" collapsing is growing louder.

That huge "wound" began to peel away piece by piece, like a weathered sand sculpture.

What peels off is not flesh and blood, nor energy, but fragments of meaningless, broken "spacetime code" and lines of "laws of the Great Dao" whose content has been "erased".

It is being "disassembled"!
It is being erased from the level of "existence"!

"Wang... save me..."

The final plea for help was cut short before it could be sent out.

boom! ! ! !

That enormous "wound," that terrifying "Lord of Resentment" that had driven the three Lamp Keepers to despair for nine epochs, finally and completely collapsed under Dao Xu's finger!

It did not turn into ashes, nor into an energy storm.

Instead, it transformed into billions upon billions of the purest "spots of light," as dazzling as stars.

These points of light have no attributes; they are neither holy nor evil, neither hot nor cold.

These are the most original "constituent elements" of this "illusory world" that are restored after the "resentful monarch" has been "formatted".

Then, like weary birds returning to their nests, these points of light began to slowly merge into the surrounding "normal" spacetime that had been "calibrated" by the Dao Ruins.

It's as if it's mending the original "scars" of this world.

A crisis powerful enough to overturn an era.

Thus, it vanished without a trace.

The whole world was deathly silent.

Inside the tower, the three ancient beings—the Lamp Keeper, Cangya, and Lingshu—who had lived through countless years and witnessed the changing of eras, now had their minds blank.

They stood there, mouths agape, eyes wide, like three mortal statues, awestruck by a miracle.

What just... happened?
One such figure is the "Ink Shadow Monarch," capable of directly confronting the Flame Bearers at the forefront of the Flame-Bearing Sequence.

A terrifying being that prevented them from even having the thought of resistance.

Just like that...

One finger...

Out of points?
That wasn't a battle.

That cannot even be called "erasure".

That's more like...

A meticulous scholar casually erased a wrong, superfluous stain from the draft paper.

Casual, yet serene.

Dao Xu slowly withdrew his finger.

His face, which had never changed in ages, remained expressionless. It was as if he had merely done something insignificant.

His three-foot-wide "absolutely normal" aura slowly dissipated as he withdrew his aura.

This "calibrated" void begins to reconnect with the larger environment of the "illusory world".

However, at this moment.

Mutation, rebirth!
At the core of the collapse of the "Monarch of Resentment," among the billions of points of light, a drop of black, crystal clear, as if it had condensed all the "resentment" and "hatred" in the world, quietly took shape.

That was the last and most fundamental "obsession" left behind by the "resentful monarch" before he was "formatted"!
It is this, the "proof" of its existence!
This black teardrop did not merge into the void like the other specks of light.

Instead, with a slight tremor, it instantly pierced through space and time, ignoring the barrier of the World-Suppressing Tower, and shot off in a direction that no one could predict!

Its target is neither the Dao Ruins nor the Zhenjie Tower.

But...

That area, right at the very center of the "true star map" shown by the Lantern Keeper!

It is the source of the "flame," the direction it lies in!
"Oh no!" The lamplighter was the first to react, exclaiming in alarm, "It's going to corrupt the 'fire'!"

However, everything happened too fast.

The speed of that teardrop transcended cause and effect; it seemed that the instant it appeared, it had already arrived at the place it wanted to go.

The lamplighter had no time to react at all.

And at that very moment, Dao Xu suddenly raised his head.

His hazy, indistinct eyes didn't look at the vanished teardrop. Instead, they pierced through layers of time and space, through the boundaries of the "illusory world," and gazed towards that deeper, more indescribable place...

"Black Coast".

there.

There, seated at the edge of darkness, upon the throne, lies the eternally sleeping "King".

His eyelids, which had been tightly closed for countless eons, seemed to twitch slightly.

It was as if someone, who was having a sweet dream, was gently bitten by an annoying mosquito.

Although, he has not yet woken up.

But it has already been...

Disturbance.

The river of time loses its meaning here; the grand epic of the changing eras is nothing more than a line of weathering marks on the stone wall. Endless darkness and deathly silence are the only themes here, and even light cannot escape, being swallowed up by a more ancient and fundamental "rule".

This is Guixu, the end of all realms, the graveyard of the universe.

A faint, almost imperceptible wisp of consciousness flickered like a candle in the wind in this eternal silence, swaying through countless chaotic years.

"who I am?"

This question, like a pebble thrown into the Dead Sea, caused no ripples. The master of consciousness, a body so broken and unrecognizable, floated silently in the void. His body was no longer flesh and blood, but more like an ancient statue corroded by time, riddled with cracks. From these cracks seeped not blood, but a kind of decaying dust exuding an aura of annihilation.

"The Ruins of Oblivion... The Dust of the End..."

More fragmented memories surfaced, carrying a chilling aura. He remembered the name of this dust. It was neither matter nor energy, but a kind of "pollution" at the information level, a virus that obliterates "existence" itself. It would erode everything, from the most basic particles to the most profound principles, erasing the "concept" of its existence from the underlying logic of the universe, returning it to true "nothingness."

He is the prisoner deepest in this "Ruins of Oblivion".

“Xu...Ran…”

When that name echoed deep within his consciousness, his broken body trembled violently. A barely perceptible wisp of golden light burst forth from the deepest part of his brow, like the first ray of light after the creation of the world, instantly dispelling the surrounding dust and decay.

Xu Ran!

This name seems to contain immense power, the key to some ancient covenant. With the return of the name, a torrent of long-sealed memories bursts forth.

He remembered.

He is not a being of this era, nor even entirely a product of this universe. He is the "Watcher," a remnant flame that has witnessed countless births and deaths of the universe and struggled to survive the last Great Annihilation. His mission is to guide the principles of this newborn universe, helping it to achieve true perfection and eternity.

However, he failed.

A sudden "contamination" erupted from the very source of the universe. It was not a natural disaster, but... a man-made catastrophe. An incomprehensible and indescribable terror descended from beyond dimensions, sowing the seeds of "Ruins of Oblivion" throughout the entire universe.

As the nominal "fire bearer" of the universe's laws, he was the first to bear the brunt. In order to protect this universe from being instantly assimilated and erased, he used himself as a cauldron and drew upon all the myriad paths as fuel, attempting to refine this "dust of the end."

As a result, he was "contaminated." His sacred body, the "Furnace of Myriad Paths" forged from supreme Dao principles and immortal divine metal, crumbled inch by inch in the struggle, turning into the remains now inhabited by forgotten dust. His primordial spirit was divided into billions of parts, suppressed in every particle of his body, enduring eternal obliteration and forgetting.

He became the biggest "pollution source" in this universe.

In order to prevent his own "pollution" from spreading, his remaining will banished him to this Land of Myriad Realms, where he fell into an endless slumber and oblivion.

One era after another...

The once-prosperous starry sea, the brilliant civilizations he witnessed being born, and those extraordinary celestial emperors and celestial beings have probably all turned into dust of history, or perhaps not even left behind.

"The universe... is about to die."

Xu Ran's consciousness swept beyond the Ruins of Oblivion. He could "see" that the boundaries of the universe were shrinking, the light of the stars was becoming dim and murky, like the eyes of a dying person. The chains of laws were breaking one by one, and the spacetime structure was showing irreversible wrinkles and collapses. The entire universe, like a painting being eroded by the "Ruins of Oblivion," was gradually turning gray from the edges.

The spread of the "Dust of the End" did not stop after he fell into slumber, but only slowed down. Now, it has eroded the origin of the universe and is about to face its final "reckoning."

No! It can't end like this!

Xu Ran's will, dormant for billions of years, erupted with unprecedented fury and resentment. He had promised to protect this world!

"Burn!"

He growled, a single syllable that seemed to resonate with countless forces. The golden light between his brows suddenly intensified, like a miniature sun, beginning to painstakingly purify the "dust of the end" within him.

A fierce tug-of-war unfolded within his mangled body between ashen dust and glittering golden light. Every inch of flesh, every particle, became a battlefield. It was a direct confrontation between "existence" and "nothingness."

The process was so painful that words could not describe it. Each purification felt like tearing his soul apart from its very core and then rebuilding it. But he did not flinch in the slightest.

I don't know how much time has passed; it might be a moment, or it might be ten thousand years.

When the golden light between his brows finally spread to his heart, a deep, earth-shattering roar exploded within him.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of gray "blood." This blood did not disperse, but instead condensed in the void into a ferocious monster composed of pure death and the concept of ending, roaring silently before being completely swallowed by the darkness of the void.

Xu Ran's consciousness finally regained control of the core of his body.

He slowly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes are those?
In his left eye, there was a phantom of the birth and death of the universe, the changing of eras, a dazzling galaxy, and the flourishing of all things. In his right eye, however, there was utter silence, the collapse of the Great Dao, and the deathly stillness of everything returning to its end. Life and death, glory and decay, formed a perfect cycle in his eyes.

The mere act of opening one's eyes caused ripples to spread through the surrounding void.

“My sacred body is destroyed, my foundation is crippled… my power is less than one ten-millionth of what it was at its peak.” Xu Ran murmured, his voice hoarse and dry, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing against each other.

He looked inward at himself. The once "Sacred Body of the Furnace of Myriad Paths" was now just an empty shell, its internal network of laws almost completely broken, and its original divinity riddled with holes by the "Dust of the End".

To try to fight against the impending catastrophe and to find the mastermind behind it all with this body is nothing short of a pipe dream.

He must restore the Holy Body!
This was an impossible feat in the eyes of any Celestial Emperor or Heavenly Venerable. The Sacred Body was the ultimate manifestation of a cultivator's life's cultivation; once destroyed, it meant the end of their cultivation journey.

But Xu Ran is different. His sacred body is a microcosm of all the myriad paths of the universe. As long as this universe has not been completely destroyed, he has a chance to start over.

To "reconstruct the sacred body," one must use heaven and earth as a furnace and all the myriad paths as materials...

Xu Ran's gaze deepened, piercing through the barrier of the void and looking towards the universe that was heading towards death.

"Since the universe is dying, then... take its bones and use them to forge an immortal body for me!"

His plan was utterly insane. He wasn't looking for rare and precious treasures; he wanted to use the dying universe itself as his "medicine"!
"The first step is to rebuild the backbone."

(End of this chapter)