After annihilating the Creator's projection, the Eternal Heavenly Palace sailed steadily into the deep, boundless Dark Gold Passage like a purple-gold blade cleaving through chaos. The surrounding silence was unsettling, as though the physical concepts of time and space had lost all meaning here. This was the final stretch leading to the "Ultimate Source," and the oldest, most mysterious umbilical cord of causality in the entire cosmos. Clad in snow-white robes, Chu Qing stood alone with his hands behind his back atop the Heavenly Palace's Dragon-Head Ramming Prow, like an immortal banished to the mortal world. His expression held not a trace of fervor despite having just accomplished a god-slaying feat that would shake the world. Instead, it radiated an ultimate tranquility, a return to unadorned truth.
With his eyes gently closed, Chu Qing's True Spirit immersed itself completely in the lingering resonance of that battle. His Daluo Dao Fruit was unraveling, strand by strand, the fragments of Transdimensional Origin Source scattered when the Creator's projection collapsed. In this brief tranquility, Chu Qing finally saw through the ultimate flaw of the Observer Civilization and the Creator. These beings who styled themselves higher-dimensional had forcibly smelted every law, fixed principle, and variable throughout all time into themselves in pursuit of so-called omniscience and omnipotence. They were like a precarious tower with feeble foundations raised endlessly higher, its interior riddled with countless logical knots that could never reconcile themselves.
"The Great Dao is utmost simplicity. Bite off too much, and you cannot chew it. You crowned yourselves gods, yet long ago became slaves to the rules." Chu Qing murmured to himself. Through this realization, his Dao heart grew ever clearer, and his Daluo Realm began slowly transforming toward an indescribable Transcendence Realm. Yet at that subtle juncture when his Dao Fruit was