boom--
In an instant, Han Xuanji's consciousness seemed to be pulled into an endless void.
He witnessed the birth and death of all things.
A seed sprouts from the soil, takes root, grows lush and verdant, blossoms and bears fruit, then withers and fades, turning into dust.
Dust falls into the soil and gives birth to new seeds, in an endless cycle of life.
He saw a majestic mountain peak, which, after enduring wind and rain erosion and the Azure Sea, was eventually transformed into a flat plain.
And on that flat land, new mountains rise up, day after day, year after year, recreating their former grandeur.
Creation is everywhere, and destruction follows silently.
Han Xuanji closed his eyes, letting these insights slowly settle in his mind.
When he opened his eyes again, there seemed to be a layer of light deep within his pupils—a clarity that saw through all things, a composure that understood birth and death.
He could feel that his understanding of the Dao of Creation, the Dao of Destruction, and even the Dao of Fate had undergone a qualitative leap at this moment.
This feeling is subtle; it's not a sudden, enlightening realization, but rather a gradual, imperceptible change.
Like a door that was originally tightly closed, it was gently pushed open a crack, and light shone through the gap, slowly brightening the originally dim room.
Time passed slowly.
"Just as I thought."
Han Xuanji opened his eyes, muttered to himself, and a flash of understanding appeared in his eyes.
Looking at the Creation Platform, he gained even more insights.
Han Xuanji slowly stood up, his gaze falling on the huge stone pillar beside the high platform.
Previously, he only felt that the Dao patterns engraved on these stone pillars were mysterious and unpredictable, but now he has a completely different feeling.
Those flowing patterns are no longer chaotic lines, but vivid pictures.
He witnessed the condensation and release of the power of creation, the lurking and eruption of the power of destruction, and the subtle yet profound connection between the two.
Just like everything he had just seen in " The Controlling the Origins of Creation and Destruction ".
All things are born and die in a cycle; creation and destruction are two sides of the same coin and cannot be separated.
"This Creation Platform is indeed more than it appears on the surface."
Han Xuanji took a deep breath, raised his right hand, palm facing up, and a wisp of pale golden power of creation danced at his fingertips.
Unlike before, this time he was able to clearly sense the dormant power deep within the Creation Platform.
He bent down and gently placed his palm on the stone floor of the platform.
The power of creation surged from his palm into the patterns on the stone slab, like water droplets falling into a dried-up riverbed, flowing slowly along those ancient runes.
At first, the stone slab only shone slightly, but as the power of creation continued to be injected, the originally dim Dao patterns began to light up one by one, spreading outward from the center like ripples.
boom--!
A deep, resonant rumble came from the depths of the high platform, as if something that had been dormant for countless years was awakening.
Han Xuanji remained calm. He could sense that although the power was immense, it was not malicious.
It was merely responding to his call, or rather, responding to his will.
The Dao patterns on the stone pillars lit up simultaneously, with pale golden light intertwining with gray-black light, converging into a huge phantom above the high platform.
The phantom was a thousand feet tall, its entire body dark gray, like a shadow, and its eyes were like two deep pools, deep and cold.
Its face was blurry, but the aura emanating from it caused the entire Creation Platform to tremble slightly.
The Giant God of Destruction.
Han Xuanji looked up at the illusory figure, and a sudden realization dawned on him.
This is the other side of the Sage Qiankun, hidden deep within the Creation Platform.
The manifestation of the Dao of Destruction.
Only those who truly understand that creation and destruction are two sides of the same coin can trigger its manifestation.
The phantom lowered its head, its deep, dark eyes seemingly piercing through Han Xuanji's body and staring directly into his soul.
A vast, destructive aura surged forth like a tide, enveloping his entire being.
That Daoist aura contained both the ruthlessness to destroy everything and the profound meaning of rebuilding from the ashes.
It is not mere destruction, but destruction that clears the way for new life.
Han Xuanji closed his eyes, letting the Daoist aura wash over his mind.
He neither resisted nor deliberately absorbed it; he simply quietly felt and understood.
Destruction is not the end, but the beginning of another form.
Out with the old, in with the new.
Only destruction can make room for creation.
Everything in this world is like this.
Outside the Creation Platform.
He Guanshan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant horizon.
He frowned, turned his head sharply, and his gaze pierced through layers of restrictions, landing in the direction of the Creation Platform.
There, a huge, dark gray phantom was slowly rising, and even through the barrier, he could feel its terrifying aura of destruction.
"This is..."
He Guanshan's pupils suddenly contracted.
He certainly knew that the Creation Platform held secrets deep within.
But over the years, countless geniuses have entered the Creation Platform to comprehend the Dao of Destruction, including Zhou Lie. At most, they can only comprehend the superficial Dao of Destruction from the stone pillar. No one has ever truly activated that illusory figure.
"How did Han Xuanji manage to do that?"
He Guanshan was filled with shock.
He had thought that Han Xuanji to demonstrate his combat prowess in the battle against Zhou Lie was already a testament to his exceptional talent, but he never expected that he would touch upon the core secrets of the Creation Platform, which he had never even witnessed before.
He instinctively took a step forward, wanting to get a better look, but then stopped.
He shook his head, returned to his original position, and looked away, no longer staring directly in the direction of the Creation Platform.
"That's his fortuitous opportunity; why should I pry into it? Let him find peace and enlightenment in peace."
He Guanshan thought to himself.
Although he was curious, he also knew his limits.
If someone can decipher the secrets of the Creation Platform, that is their skill.
It has nothing to do with him Dao of the Physical Body.
On the Creation Platform, Han Xuanji felt that prying gaze.
He didn't turn around, nor did he care.
This is the territory of the Tiger and Panther Legion, so it's normal for He Guanshan to notice the unusual activity here.
With a systematic concealment function, he wasn't worried about the other party discovering anything.
And he was indeed seeking enlightenment.
Time passed slowly.
A year has passed.
Han Xuanji opened her eyes and let out a long breath.
The appearance of the Giant God of Destruction unconsciously put him into a state of enlightenment. Although it was short-lived, it elevated his understanding of the Dao of Destruction to a new level.
If only I could have more of these sudden realizations...
This state of enlightenment can be addictive for cultivators.