Black and White Reversal, Secrets of the Ancients

A pillar of black and white light tore through the thick crust of the earth, erupting from the secret realm at the planet's core and surging straight into the heavens.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any overwhelming pressure to shake the universe. This seemingly plain beam of light carried a strange rhythm that transcended the laws of the heavens and isolated the origin of chaos. Wherever it passed, the falling seven-colored divine radiance instantly froze. That supreme giant palm, which had been suppressing ten thousand miles of sky and locking down the entire Earth, found its movement forcibly halted in the void, unable to descend even a fraction further.

The extreme destructive momentum between heaven and earth was suddenly severed.

The suffocating, desperate silence was thoroughly shattered by this sliver of black and white light.

High above in the firmament, the seven-colored supreme avatar that had stepped out of the dimensional rift shuddered violently. For the first time, monstrous waves erupted within its indifferent, ruthless divine eyes, filled with unbelievable shock, anger, and dread.

"The power of law reversal... this is the balanced origin sealed since ancient times!"

The cold shout shook the dimensional barriers, carrying terror that originated from the highest echelons of the heavens.

Eons had passed, and the heavens had long assumed that all the trump cards of this universe had rotted away into dust, with any remaining power not worth mentioning. Even if the Realm Overlord were to awaken, it would be nothing more than a flickering lamp, incapable of stirring up any waves. Yet, the black and white beam currently erupting from the secret realm was clearly the law of balance, which had completely vanished during the ancient wars.

The heavens belong to the Yang, governing judgment, order, plunder, and control.

Chaos belongs to the Yin, governing annihilation, collapse, devouring, and disorder.

This interwoven black and white power was the only ultimate force of balance capable of suppressing both Yin and Yang, checking the heavens and chaos, and existing independently outside the rules of the multiverse.

On the other side of the void, the Chaos King, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, saw his boundless, massive shadow of darkness churn and tremble violently. His hollow eyes revealed extreme dread, and his indifferent mindset, unchanged for eons, completely collapsed.

"Impossible... how could the ancient sages have left behind an origin of this level?"

A low, hoarse roar echoed through heaven and earth. The origin of chaos instinctively recoiled in a frenzy; the black mist that had already unsealed and spread, ready to devour the surroundings, involuntarily avoided the area shrouded by the black and white beam.

Chaos is born of disorder and fears balance most. The heavens are built on rules and fear the check of disorder most.

This sliver of light from the secret realm happened to be the fundamental nemesis of both supreme forces.

On the ground, Kallen, Frieza, and the Golden Super Saiyan felt their bodies relax as the suffocating pressure weighing on their souls and physical forms suddenly dissipated by more than half.

The moment that palm had descended, they had already prepared to burn their origins and intercept it at the cost of their lives. Even if it meant overdrawing their lifespans and shattering their foundations, they were ready to block the supreme strike to buy a moment for the secret realm to unseal. Yet, none of them had expected the trump card left by the ancients to be this formidable.

A mere sliver of light had forcibly halted the supreme killing blow of the heavens.

"Is this the final contingency of the ancients?" Kallen stared at the black and white light in the sky, his breathing slightly rapid, his boiling Saiyan battle blood growing ever more intense.

Eons of humiliation, eons of forbearance, and eons of resentment at being treated as livestock for generations all surged up at this moment. It turned out the ancestors had never given up. Even when the mountains and rivers were shattered, the universe had fallen, and they had signed humiliating sacrificial contracts, they had still buried an ultimate trap in the midst of despair to overturn the entire situation.

Frieza's tense body slowly relaxed. His scarlet eyes were fixed on the black and white pillar of light, his gaze filled with shock.

He had spent his life believing in absolute power, conquering galaxies and sweeping across all directions. He had considered his combat strength to be above all living beings, seeing through all rules of strength and weakness. Only today did he understand that true top-tier power was never merely destruction and crushing, but this kind of law-based origin that could balance heaven and earth and reverse a settled outcome.

"No wonder the supreme beings of the heavens were willing to cross realms in person just to shatter the secret realm," Frieza said in a low voice, his tone uncharacteristically grave. "This thing can truly overturn the eternal chess game."

The Golden Super Saiyan stood at the highest point of the sky, his long hair fluttering in the wind. His gaze pierced through the black and white beam, looking toward the secret realm passage deep within the earth that had not yet fully opened. His weary eyes were filled with sudden realization.

"The ancient defeat was not a total loss; it was a deliberate failure."

A single sentence pierced through the mists of eternity.

In the past, he had pored over countless ancient scrolls and explored numerous battlefield ruins, never able to understand why a prosperous universe had been defeated so thoroughly, or why the sages would rather sign a humiliating contract of eternal sacrifice than fight to the death. Now that the truth had surfaced, everything became clear.

Fighting to the death would have meant the immediate destruction of the universe, the total extinction of the race, and no possibility of a comeback.

Faking a defeat, signing the contract, and using billions of lives as a false offering had lulled the heavens and chaos into complacency, buying eons of time to lie in wait, secretly nurturing the origin of balance, and sealing the ultimate secret realm to wait for the only chance to break the deadlock.

They had used eternal humiliation as a chessboard and generations of living beings as chess pieces to gamble on a heaven-defying comeback.

How patient, how magnificent, and how tragic.

In the center of the firmament, the hazy phantom of the Realm Overlord trembled gently. A distant, weary voice, carrying a trace of relief, slowly echoed through the world.

"The ancient sages were the wisest and bravest in the world."

"They knew that a head-on confrontation with the heavens and chaos would surely lead to defeat, so they entered the game themselves, staining their own lands and imprisoning their own people. They traded eternal infamy and generational humiliation for this sliver of hope. The world calls our ancestors cowardly, surrendering and clinging to life, not knowing that this was the only heaven-defying layout in a desperate situation."

Eternal sinners were, in fact, eternal saints.

They bore the shame of ten thousand generations and endured for eons, just to wait for their descendants to defy fate. At the moment the catastrophe arrived and the heavens and chaos fought with all their might, they would use the origin of balance to break the game and thoroughly end the binary hegemony.

The black and white pillar of light continued to stand tall, steadily resisting the supreme divine palm.

The imprisoned laws of the heavens struggled incessantly, the seven-colored divine radiance rolling and surging violently. The supreme avatar was clearly truly enraged.

A mere remnant origin of a low-dimensional universe, a mere contingency left by the ancients, dared to defy the supreme will of the heavens and block the eternal reckoning.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot—seeking your own death!"

The cold divine wrath swept through the dimensions. From deep within the rift, more dense seven-colored divine light poured out frantically. The supreme power, which had originally been just an avatar projection, was rapidly skyrocketing. The law power crossing the boundary stacked layer upon layer, attempting to forcibly crush the black and white beam of balance.

"This Seat wants to see just how long a mere sliver of remnant balance origin can hold out!"

Boom!

The void exploded violently. The divine radiance transformed into ten thousand sharp blades, hacking densely at the black and white pillar.

Every strike caused the entire world to tremble violently. The surface of the Earth cracked and collapsed, and countless remaining mountains were reduced to ash. Yet, that seemingly slender beam of light remained as steady as a rock, regardless of the frantic bombardment of the heavenly laws. As it swirled in black and white, it continuously dissolved, assimilated, and reversed the incoming supreme divine energy.

The stronger the heavens, the greater the check.

The more violent the rules, the more intense the reversal.

This was the terrifying nature of the law of balance.

At the same time, Lin Chen stood at the array eye of the earth. His ancient golden bloodline energy boiled violently, and the final fragment of ancient memory in his mind was finally completed. The complete, ultimate secret was imprinted into his soul without reservation.

The moment he saw the full truth, his face turned deathly pale. The spark of hope that had just ignited in his heart was instantly extinguished by a bucket of ice water.

Others saw only the formidable power of the secret realm's trump card and the hope of a heaven-defying comeback.

Only he knew the cruelest, bloodiest price behind this eternal layout.

The gestation of the ancient origin of balance and the formation of the secret realm's ultimate treasure never came from nothing.

For hundreds of millions of years, the luck, vitality, and soul essence of all living beings in this universe, which appeared to be sent to the heavens to nourish the Supremes, had actually been intercepted in large part by a double-layered formation laid down by the ancient sages.

What the heavens took was merely the meager nourishment floating on the surface.

The truly purest, most core essence of all spirits was secretly sealed, deposited, and gathered day after day, year after year, to nourish this wisp of black-and-white balance dao and to forge the ultimate trump card within the secret realm.

In other words.

The sacrifice of living beings over hundreds of millions of years and the tragic fate of generations were not just to feed the heavens beyond the realm.

They were a calculated, eternal sacrifice orchestrated by the ancient sages.

All the suffering endured by the world, the extinction of all life, and the collapse of all civilizations were never meaningless sacrifices.

They were all essential fuel in this heaven-defying grand scheme.

The ancestors used the myriad lives of all ages as firewood and the entire universe as a furnace, burning through time and exhausting vitality, just to forge this single force of balance capable of contending with the chaos of the heavens.

It was tragic, great, yet cruel to the extreme.

"So... that's how it is..."

Lin Chen's throat felt parched, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions, and an endless sense of desolation swept through his body.

He had previously been angry at the plundering of the heavens, hateful of the encroachment of chaos, and pitiful of the ignorant fate of all living beings.

Yet in the end, the perpetrators of this eternal tragedy were not just the Supremes beyond the realm, but his own ancient ancestors.

To win, to turn the tables, and to end the dual rule of the heavens and chaos, they had personally buried their descendants, allowing countless innocent lives to become pawns and firewood for generations, marching toward death in ignorance.

Who was right and who was wrong, whose merit and whose fault, could no longer be distinguished.

"Although the origin of balance can check the chaos of the heavens, it is not flawless."

The Main God's voice rang out at the right moment, heavy with endless gravity, as it revealed the final forbidden secret.

"It was born from the blood and tears of all living beings and formed by carrying the resentment of the ages. The more powerful it becomes, the greater the accumulated negative origin. The day it is fully unsealed, while it checks the chaos of the heavens, it will also backfire on this world and devour the vitality of all spirits."

This was the greatest flaw of the ancient layout and an unsolvable sequela.

Borrowing the blood and tears of the ages to forge a divine artifact meant that once the artifact was formed, it would inevitably devour the beings of blood and tears.

If the game is won, the universe will face another catastrophe.

If the game is lost, the ages will be completely annihilated.

From the moment the ancient layout was set, this universe was destined to have no perfect ending.

Just as Lin Chen's mind was reeling, digesting this cruel truth, the secret realm deep within the earth's core was completely unsealed.

A massive black-and-white light gate rose slowly from the center of the earth, spanning the heavens and the earth. Within the gate, a void secret realm of yin-yang balance—without heaven, without earth, without rules, and without chaos—slowly revealed its true form.

An aura of extreme antiquity surged out, washing over the entire universe.

At the same time, at the core of the light gate, a simple jade disc, flowing with black and white, round and flawless, as if containing the balance of the entire multiverse, slowly floated out.

The Balance of All Things Jade Disc—the ultimate ancient trump card—had finally appeared!

Once the jade disc emerged, the world fell into sudden silence.

The divine radiance of the heavens stopped its rampage, and the black mist of chaos ceased its churning. The two supreme forces retreated in unprecedented fear.

But before anyone could rejoice, dense, countless blood-red fine lines suddenly appeared on the surface of the jade disc that balanced all things.

The lines were twisted and hideous, as if condensed from the blood, tears, and resentment of hundreds of millions of living beings, tightly wrapping around the surface of the jade disc and constantly eroding the pure origin of balance.

Hum—

A strange, trembling sound emanated from the jade disc.

The ultimate treasure that should have suppressed the heavens and reversed fate was showing signs of losing control the moment it appeared!

High above the sky, the Supreme avatar, whose offensive had been forced to a halt, did not fly into a rage upon seeing this. Instead, it let out a cold sneer, filled with the indifference of one who saw through everything.

"An ancient, foolish strategy; digging your own graves."

"You thought that by using the blood and tears of the ages to forge a balancing trump card, you could defy the heavens and turn the tables? Little did you know, once the resentment of all living beings accumulated over hundreds of millions of years erupts, there is no need for This Seat to act—this universe will annihilate itself!"

The moment the words fell, the black-and-white jade disc trembled violently, and the blood-red lines on its surface spread wildly.

A force of void resentment, more bizarre and terrifying than the judgment of the heavens or the annihilation of chaos, began to spread along the jade disc, silently shrouding the entire broken Earth.

Lin Chen's pupils constricted, and the final ancient prophecy flashed through his mind, leaving his entire body cold.

"Balance settles the heavens, resentment buries the living; the day the jade disc loses control, there is neither heaven nor life."