The roar from the deepest reaches of the Hall of the Scribe sounded like the thunder of tens of thousands of epochs exploding in a single second.
Barefoot, Chu Qing stepped onto the floor, which dark purple True One Aura had steeped until it resembled jade. Every step he took caused vast swathes of logical collapse throughout the palace built from the discarded drafts of countless civilizations. Behind him, Heavenly Slave, the former Heavenly Dao, kept his eyes lowered and clutched the hem of his robe. The once-proud World Will was now as lowly as an ant before Chu Qing's tyrannical power to "simplify" everything.
"My lord, the Blood Altar of Origin is just ahead." Heavenly Slave's voice trembled. He could feel the remnant souls of more than ten thousand erased civilizations burning upon that altar. "It is the energy core the Scribe uses to anchor the 'Final Conclusion.' Once you approach, you will be dragged into an endless loop of 'predetermined endings.'"
Chu Qing snorted, his low voice ringing with the murderous clang of metal and stone. "Predetermined endings? Those are epitaphs for weaklings. In my Grindstone, there are only beginnings I haven't finished writing—never endings I haven't approved."
He raised his head, his gaze piercing layer upon layer of white textual mist to lock onto the ghastly red altar at the far end of the hall.
Upon the altar, an old man in gray robes, holding the phantom remnant of a broken immortal brush, frantically swept his fingertips through the air. With his movements, a viscous, pitch-black substance reeking of blood began seeping from the void: Causal Blood Ink.
``` [Edict: Stone Ridge Mountain shall fall, and its name shall be extinguished!]
[Additional setting: Chu Qing's tyrant body is a castle in the air; its foundations shall turn