At the end of chaos, the void no longer showed any color. There were no flowing lights of high-dimensional code, nor the deathly silence of civilization's wreckage. There was only a heart-palpitating gray-white that seemed to return to the origin. Chu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, and those violet-gold double pupils that had waged war across countless dimensions now looked extraordinarily deep. Before him, the Bronze Dao Treasury, forged from innate spiritual energy compressed to the extreme, hovered quietly. Its surface was covered in endless ancient runes, each one seeming to carry the birth and death of an Epoch. It was precisely what the worlds of the All Heavens had pursued for countless years—[Great Dao First Cause].
"So the so-called Truth Editor, the so-called logic compilation, were all merely dust scattered from the shattering of this innate Dao treasury."
Chu Qing murmured to himself. He raised his hand and slowly pressed it against the surface of the Bronze Dao Treasury. The instant his fingertip touched it, there was no heaven-shaking, earth-shattering surge of energy as imagined, but rather a coolness that seeped into the soul. His Daluo status, already perfect and flawless after transcendence, actually felt a trace of "redundancy" at this moment.
He finally saw through the truth. Those so-called systems, editors, and code logic were nothing more than "plug-ins" and "distortions" that cultivators had forcibly constructed in order to maintain the operation of their power after Spiritual Energy had gradually declined in the Age of Dharma's End. Though these things were powerful, they locked away the ultimate possibilities of cultivation, dragging lofty Great Dao true immortals down by force into the humble state of "programmers" and "operations maintainers."
"Strength bolstered by this sort of external force is ultimately flowers in a mirror and the moon