But it had not yet reached the power of the Final Logic level; it should be at the level of an embryonic Final Logic.
He had already perfected the principles of Final Logic, yet still lacked the power and had not undergone the Final Tribulation.
These powers were sometimes orderly, sometimes chaotic, sometimes The Indescribable, and sometimes boundlessly sacred. Yet upon close examination of their essence—
one would sense an inexplicable darkness, cold cruelty, and ruthlessness. All appearances seemed to originate from a single power.
It was the deepest essence of all things—the Dark Source Essence.
At the mountain's highest peak stood an ancient, unadorned Dao palace.
Four great characters were inscribed above it—Dark Source Dao Palace.
Dead Silence's figure descended from beyond the mountain, and a vast intent entered the Dark Source Dao Palace.
"True Nature, it has been a long time."
Within the Dao light, a pair of profound eyes looked beyond the mountain. A calm voice echoed, "So it is Fellow Daoist Dead Silence."
With a wave of his hand, the palace gates opened, and a stream of flowing light stretched out beyond the mountain.
Dead Silence's incarnation stepped onto the flowing light. The light beneath his feet swiftly retreated, carrying him into the Dark Source Dao Palace.
During this process, the surrounding spacetime seemed to undergo countless transformations. Vaguely, he could see vast numbers of worlds and spacetimes flashing past on both sides of this road of flowing light.
These worlds seemed to encircle the entire mountain peak, yet they could not be seen at all from outside.
It was as though Dead Silence had crossed countless spacetime universes during this brief period.
Inside the palace, an ancient Daoist clad in a black Daoist robe sat upon a black meditation cushion.
A darkness originating from the