The four Huangs discuss origins at the Dao Pivot

Nalan Yanqing's robes fluttered slightly in the wind as she gracefully descended, landing without making a sound. As her toes touched the center of the arena, a gentle ripple of primordial energy spread across the damaged and repaired stone surface.

She raised her eyes, her cool gaze sweeping across the surroundings, lingering briefly on the four colossal beasts: Boundless Abyss Huang, Wanyan Huang, Mystic Deconstruction Huang, Nameless Huang, before speaking, "The duel between the four Source Dao Ultimate Beast Huang officially begins."

These words immediately stirred a barely suppressed commotion among the millions of spectators. Nalan Yanqing continued, "This exchange will be divided into two rounds. We will not compete for supreme treasures, nor will we determine superiority by life or death. We will only discuss the understanding, compatibility, assimilation, and deconstruction of each person's Source Dao."

She raised her finger and gently pointed it towards the center of the arena. Whoosh!

The old battle platform slowly sank downwards, and a brand-new, colossal circular platform rose gently from beneath the Myriad Worlds Graveyard. The entire platform was constructed of nearly transparent Logic Void Crystal, with a diameter of ninety-nine zhang (approximately 33 meters), and its surface was devoid of elaborate carvings.

Only four innate Dao patterns extend from the four corners toward the center, never intersecting, ending at the outer edge of an invisible crystal core that is faintly visible at the center of the platform. Each of the four corners has a source seat, which corresponds exactly to the four Source Dao Ultimate Beast Huang. The central crystal core is formless, without substance, without shape, and without weight. Only when different sources approach it will it reflect the corresponding traces of the Great Dao.

"Round 1: Comparison of the Logic of the Fate Soul's Origin."

Nalan Yanqing spoke calmly, raising his hand to point to the round platform. "This platform is called Dao Pivot Platform - Wordless Heavenly Disc. The four Beast Emperors sit on the four primordial seats, guiding their own Source Dao into the central Dao Pivot Crystal Core."

The four fundamental sources enter, their strength not determined by the thickness of their origins, nor by the level of one's cultivation realm; they simply allow the Great Dao to unfold and evolve on its own. If one Great Dao can encompass another, or dissolve its root, making it difficult for the other's Dao to establish its principles, then the Dao Pivot Crystal Core will naturally display a corresponding suppressive mark.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dao Pivot Crystal Core in the center of the platform trembled slightly. A golden pattern and a gray-white pattern flashed across the core before it returned to its original clarity.

Nalan Yanqing continued, "The first round's ranking will be determined by how many opponents each side can suppress and how many will be affected after the four clashes. The one who suppresses the most will be ranked first, and the one who is restrained the least will be ranked second, thus determining the first round's order."

Before she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to the four beast-like figures. "In the second round, the pairs will be matched according to their rankings from the first round. The competition will no longer be limited to comparing fundamental principles, but will involve fully utilizing Fate Soul, origin, supernatural abilities, and the deconstruction of propositions, in order to exchange ideas and discuss the Dao."

At this point, his tone became increasingly solemn. "This is solely for the purpose of discussing the Dao; there are no rewards, no life-or-death struggles. You are all free to demonstrate your profound understanding, but please also leave room for maneuver."

Nalan Yanqing slowly lowered his right hand. "Grant the four of you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to harmonize your origins. Once the incense stick has burned out, the battle will officially begin." With the order given, the previously restrained spectator stands erupted into a frenzy.

"It's finally here!" "We've waited so long for this!" "The battle of the prodigies is already breathtaking; what a sight it will be when the Four Great Beasts truly unleash their power!"

"The four Source Dao Boundless Abyss Huang, Wanyan Huang, Mystic Deconstruction Huang, and Nameless Huang are inherently different. Before they have even truly clashed in the first round, the four paths have entered the Wordless Heavenly Disc together. Who knows what extraordinary phenomena they will create!"

"I traversed the void from another world to reach the Myriad Worlds Graveyard. The previous battles were merely incidental observations. My heart and soul are set on this battle today!"

More and more cultivators left their seats and stood up. The crowd, who had relaxed slightly after the conclusion of the Grand Prix of Talents, were now tense again. Many powerful figures who had originally planned to leave after the awards ceremony also sat down again, afraid of missing even the slightest thing.

Some circulated their Fate Soul to stabilize their senses, while others soared high into the void, seeking only to take in the entire Dao Pivot Platform; countless powerful beings who had crossed realms whispered among themselves about the profound and terrifying mysteries of the four Beast Source Dao.

The clash of the young generation's prodigies is enough to make this grand event a lasting memory. But everyone knows that the grand finale, which has drawn millions of cultivators across the vast void to gather at the Myriad Worlds Graveyard, is only just beginning. The Great Dao debate between the four guardian Source Dao Ultimate Beast Huang will officially commence in a short while.

As the incense stick burned down to its last inch, pale blue smoke slowly dissipated above the Myriad Worlds Graveyard. The millions of spectators who had been roaring like a sea of noise suddenly fell silent, their countless gazes all turning to the Dao Pivot Platform - the Wordless Heavenly Disc. The ninety-nine-zhang Logic Void Crystal platform stood silently in the very center of the arena, with four innate Dao patterns extending from the four primordial seats toward the center of the platform, but stopping outside the formless and immeasurable Dao Pivot Crystal Core, neither intersecting nor merging with each other.

High atop the four main thrones, the four Source Dao Ultimate Beast Huang remained in their human forms, their appearances unchanged from before. However, the Origin Source Dao aura deep within their origins, along with the fading incense offerings, slowly awakened behind them. The first to rise was Boundless Abyss Huang, his movements slow and deliberate, his robes draped from the edge of his seat, his expression indifferent and unchanging, showing no trace of ambition, only the profound tranquility that had settled after witnessing countless endings.

He took a step away from the main seat, but his footsteps did not create the ripples of primordial energy that ordinary cultivators would. Instead, a small area of space in front of him disappeared first, as if this step had not crossed any "distance" in the secular sense.

Boundless Abyss Huang slowly walked towards the Southern Origin Seat. With each step he took, a barely perceptible gap appeared in the surrounding scenery. Observers in the distance clearly saw his figure moving forward, but upon reflection, they could not discern exactly how far each step covered.

As he settled Anran into the Southern Origin Seat, the south side of the Dao Pivot Platform suddenly fell into a deep silence. The innate patterns not only failed to light up, but instead began to slowly fade from the outer edge, as if all visible objects were instinctively retreating into the distance.

Behind Boundless Abyss Huang, the primordial Dharma form had not fully manifested. Only a slender crack that was collapsing infinitely inward quietly appeared. The crack had no width or thickness, and occasionally a faint gray mist would drift out from its edge. Where the gray mist swept, some of the patterns on the platform, even the fundamental meaning of "why the patterns exist," briefly returned to nothingness.

Then, Wanyan slowly rose from his seat in the north. Compared to the utter silence of Boundless Abyss Huang, the moment Wanyan left his seat, a vast and wondrous phenomenon arose in the northern sky. Thousands of fine, hair-like strings of light spread out from behind him, each string originally unconnected, yet as they vibrated in unison, countless endless possibilities appeared in the heavens.

The same Dao Pivot Platform evolves into vastly different patterns within different light strings; the same wisp of wind blows eastward on one string and westward on another; and in some strings, even the image of wind itself does not exist.

Even the figures of some of the spectators in the distance instantly manifested several completely different postures. Wanyan human form, his expression calm, yet he possessed an innate sense of inclusiveness and ease compared to Boundless Abyss Huang.

When he stepped down from the main seat, he did not deliberately suppress the strange phenomena around him. With each step he took, hundreds of "what ifs" appeared under his feet, and they would automatically gather and disappear when he took the next step.

As soon as he sat down on the Northern Origin Seat, the innate patterns beneath him immediately rippled with a complex and soft silver-white light. The patterns had no fixed direction; as soon as one extended, a new branch would split off to the side. In just a few breaths, the Northern Platform Domain wove a network of primordial strings that was constantly generating itself and spreading outward.

Mystic Deconstruction on the west side followed suit and stood up. Even after transforming, he still carried that almost cold and disdainful air. His gaze swept lightly over Boundless Abyss Huang and Wanyan Yan, without any other expression, and his steps were casual and relaxed.

With each step he took toward the Dao Pivot Platform, strange phenomena arose around him that disturbed his mind: a complete halo of light would pass by him, suddenly break in two, and then instantly reunite, but it would no longer be the original Dao structure; a line of ancient Dao characters floating in the void would appear, only to be covered by another layer of contradictory characters;

Even the circular light pattern that briefly appeared beneath his feet, seemingly perfect, would inexplicably give rise to a thought in the minds of any cultivator who focused their attention—this ring should not have been closed.

Mystic Deconstruction sat on the Western Origin Seat, the patterns on the surface entered a state of constant self-correction, one stroke creating, another overturning; each structure, once formed, sought out cracks within. The entire Western Seat region remained suspended in a delicate gap between "being established and being negated."

The last to get up was the Nameless.

Of the four, he was still the most arrogant and haughty. He didn't look back at the other three, but simply nodded to Nalan Yanqing to show his respect. Then he stood up and walked straight away with an indifferent expression, as if this exchange was not enough to make him take it seriously.

But as he approached the Eastern Origin Seat, all the names and titles in the world froze for a moment in a strange way. Some people tried to whisper his name, but the words died on their lips; some divine senses tried to engrave and record his primordial aura, but the first mark was formed and then vanished into Emptiness; even the ancient directional Dao patterns originally engraved on the Eastern Origin Seat faded in color as he approached step by step.

As Wuming took his seat, no dazzling light erupted from the east. Nameless, an indescribable, profound silence descended. This silence was so heavy that even the heartbeats of the nearby cultivators seemed abrupt and jarring. Behind him, the Dharma image flashed by in an instant—a humanoid silhouette without face, color, or any name or form—standing silently before vanishing into nothingness.

The four Source Dao Ultimate Beast Huang returned to their seats on the four primordial thrones, and the Dao Pivot Platform fully awakened. Buzz!

The formless and immeasurable Dao Pivot Crystal Core at the center of the platform finally revealed its hazy outline, like a clear drop of water suspended in the Great Void, or a bright mirror without fixed boundaries. Nalan Yanqing stood in mid-air outside the platform, her robes falling, her cold gaze sweeping over the beasts on the four seats. When the last wisp of incense had completely burned out and dissipated, she slowly raised her palm.

"Round One: Comparison of the Logic of the Fate Soul's Origin." A clear, cold voice echoed throughout every corner of the Myriad Worlds Graveyard. "The Four Paths Explain Simultaneously." "Begin."