The battle between the North and South regions at the Dao Pivot Platform · Wordless Heavenly Disc, had not yet settled. Behind Boundless Abyss Huang, the inward-shrinking, thin rift continued to slowly devour everything that could sustain its existence. Outside the Northern Origin Seat of Wanyan, countless silver-white light points, devoid of any concrete form, floated, each clinging to a single, lingering primordial tremor that could still be different.
Before the two great paths could be clearly distinguished, the Dao Pivot Crystal Core was already imbued with two completely contradictory scenes, one in the north and one in the south. While millions of cultivators were still immersed in this silent battle of Dao roots between absolute nothingness and infinite possibilities, at this moment, on the Western Origin Seat, Mystic Deconstruction slowly raised his eyes.
It remained in human form, its expression still nonchalant, and the aloofness it exuded when it sat down had not diminished in the slightest. Its slender fingertips lightly touched the edge of the primordial seat, and the moment its fingertips tapped slightly, the innate pattern in the West that had been repeatedly altering itself suddenly froze.
This moment was fleeting, yet it caused many cultivators outside the platform, who were deeply engrossed in their meditation, to suddenly open their eyes. The Mystic Deconstruction side did not unleash a surging torrent of primordial energy; what truly changed was the innate patterns themselves—as if they had suddenly seen the root cause of why they had become what they were.
Buzz!!!
Behind Mystic Deconstruction, the Source Dao Dharma image manifested layer by layer. The first to spread was a cloud of light with no fixed color. As soon as the cloud of light stretched outward, it began to coil inward.
The first layer of the Dao structure had just taken shape when the second layer found the cracks within it that the first layer could not mend. Then the light and mist dissipated, transforming into a scroll of ancient Dao text that stretched across the western sky. The characters and patterns were arranged in sequence, and before the first line was finished, the next line overturned its meaning, and the next line completely overturned the previous one.
The evolution here is not chaotic, but rather reveals a Fate Soul clarity and decisiveness: any established Dao structure, once it falls under the shroud of the Mystic Deconstruction Source Dao, will be questioned about the root of its existence. And once the questioning begins, the cracks hidden deep within its structure can no longer conceal their original incompleteness.
Finally, all the Daoist inscriptions vanished, leaving only a simple circle behind the Mystic Deconstruction. This circle appeared to be closed from beginning to end, but there was a slight, imperceptible misalignment at the edge of the arc. Anyone who gazed intently could hardly be certain whether this arc was truly complete; just as one might believe it to be perfect, in an instant, one would glimpse a gap that Does Not Exist in another place.
Mystic Deconstruction finally unleashed its own Source Dao. It did not raise its hand to form a seal, nor did it create any earth-shattering phenomena. Instead, it focused its gaze on the core of the Dao Pivot Crystal Core. Beneath the Western Origin Seat, a nearly transparent Source Dao essence flowed slowly out along the innate patterns.
This Source Extremity faint. In terms of vastness, it cannot Wanyan the myriad silver strings that fill the sky; in terms of depth, it Boundless Abyss Huang to the gray mist of the Boundless Vastness that makes all things retreat. But the moment it merges into the Dao Pivot Crystal Core, all the Dao structures that have already taken shape within the crystal core tremble slightly.
A subtle stagnation appeared in the Boundless Abyss Huang, overflowing gray mist; among the Wanyan points of light containing myriad illusory contents, hundreds simultaneously changed their trembling rhythm. Even the Nameless, which had remained motionless on the east side, slightly turned its gaze.
The moment Mystic Deconstruction stepped into the crystal core, it did not choose any particular target as its attack. It first observed the entire Dao Pivot Crystal Core: How could the crystal core bear the four Source Dao? How could the four Daos coexist here? What is the basis for the very fact that the origins converge? And what is the mechanism by which the Daos mutually influence and restrain each other?
The Mystic Deconstruction does not rush towards any predetermined answer; its Source Dao and origin follow these established facts, dissecting them layer by layer towards the root. Within the crystal core of the Wordless Heavenly Disc, countless transparent cracks, as fine as gossamer threads, emerge.
The cracks did not tear apart the crystal core itself, nor did they damage the primordial flow of Boundless Abyss Huang and Wanyan. They merely created a tiny gap between each of the already established connections between Daos. The two source flows that were originally intertwined were forced to expose their most basic connecting textures, Mystic Deconstruction followed these textures to continue probing into deeper depths.
Just then, the Nameless from the east raised his palm.
His movements were calmer than Mystic Deconstruction's, yet they concealed an undisguised arrogance. Nameless maintained his transformed form, seated on the Eastern Origin Throne, showing no impatience despite Mystic Deconstruction's entry into the game. He merely raised his right hand, lightly placing two fingers on his knee; in the next instant, the Eastern Innate Patterns...
It gradually shed its inherent meaning. The patterns and shapes remained, and the crystalline brilliance did not dim, but the most basic definition of "this is a fundamental pathway to the Dao Pivot Crystal Core" began to fade slowly. After another breath, even the term "pathway" could no longer fully describe its existence. It was not that the form was destroyed, nor that it was cut off by external force, but that all thoughts of consciousness that wanted to describe it, define it, or classify it into existing categories would slide away on their own, leaving no place to settle.
Behind Nameless, the primordial Dharma image slowly emerged. The first thing to appear was a humanoid phantom with an Ultimate regular outline. The head, shoulders, neck, torso, and limbs were all perfectly formed and flawless.
Yet within this outline, there was no skin, no robe, no bones, no substance; not even the ordinary emptiness of the void could be found. Millions of cultivators who were watching intently all knew clearly in their hearts that this place was "lacking something," but no one could say exactly what was missing.
Some people try to imprint the outline of this strange phenomenon with their Fate Soul, but when their divine consciousness flows, the remaining mark will suddenly become incomplete and can never be fully restored; some people try to define it with their own Great Dao, such as "human form", "illusory image" or "empty form", but as soon as these names are applied, they instantly lose their foundation and cannot be anchored in the slightest.
In an instant, the stable humanoid silhouette slowly dissolved, transforming into layers upon layers of ancient Daoist script that self-replaced each other. Each character was ancient and vast, and as soon as it took shape, it was completely covered and replaced by the next character; the previous character did not completely dissipate, nor was the next character entirely annihilated. Only the traceable and memorable threads of the world were severed here. Finally, the ever-changing Daoist script receded completely, and the eastern sky returned to Ji Ran.
No further signs appeared in the East, only an eternal silence remained.
Wuming sat Nameless on the Origin Seat, his gaze falling indifferently on Mystic Deconstruction beside him. A faint, extremely cold contempt curled at the corner of his lips, without a trace of hostility, yet concealing an indifference that looked down upon all paths.
In the next instant, a wisp of primordial energy, whose color could not be described and whose form could not be defined, silently flowed into the Dao Pivot Crystal Core along the innate patterns of the East. Without light or breath, without waves or ripples, without any overwhelming momentum or strange movements, even the translucent Dao Pivot Crystal Core did not immediately show the slightest fluctuation.
The Mystic Deconstruction source that was being dissected and traced back to its origin within the crystal core, the transparent crack that had traversed all principles and questioned all causes, suddenly stopped moving forward when it reached the center of the east and west, less than three feet from the source in the east.
This is the first time Mystic Deconstruction has encountered obstacles since entering the game.
The Mystic Deconstruction can dismantle all established structures, examine all self-consistent logic, and delve into the hidden cracks and flaws within any closed-loop legal principles or complete Daoist framework.
It can question the origin of all things, shattering all seemingly perfect and self-consistent illusions. Yet the Nameless Source Dao all things is fundamentally isolated from all definitions and affiliations, never stepping into the realm of things that can be named, defined, or analyzed.
If Mystic Deconstruction to ask, "What are you?", the Nameless is inherently formless Nameless, with no fixed answer. Furthermore, the question of "what are you?" relies on a naming system and is entirely ineffective in the Way of the Nameless. If Mystic Deconstruction were to further ask, "Why can't you be named?", the moment this question lands...
Even the definition of "unnameable" loses its fixed meaning on its own, becoming unanchorable, unanalyzable, and untraceable.
Mystic Deconstruction excels at dismantling all logic and breaking down all self-consistency, but Nameless, from beginning to end, has never left himself any logical framework that can be dismantled.
To the east and west of the Dao Pivot Crystal Core, an inconceivable blank membrane appeared. The transparent deconstruction cracks of the Mystic Deconstruction stopped in the west, Nameless and unnamed origin was hidden in the east. The two were only a dozen feet apart, yet they seemed to be separated by an ancient chasm, with no intersection or interaction whatsoever.
Millions of cultivators held their breath, an invisible solemnity enveloping the entire Myriad Worlds Graveyard. Everyone subconsciously slowed their breathing, and no one dared to break the silence of this confrontation between Dao roots.
In the stalemate, Mystic Deconstruction's usually indifferent and disdainful eyes slowly lit up with a faint light. Its detached expression finally softened, and a genuine interest flashed in its eyes—since its debut, it had been able to dismantle and decipher countless Dao structures and the logic of all laws. This was the first time it had encountered an existence that it could not approach, question, or deconstruct.
The next instant, the seemingly perfect but actually misaligned circular primordial dharma image behind Mystic Deconstruction suddenly broke off from its center and then reconnected and Return to One in the void on the other side. The entire circle was still indistinguishable between reality and illusion, and its perfection was uncertain, but this self-breaking and self-reconstruction had already given birth to a completely new deconstructive Dao meaning.
Mystic Deconstruction no longer fixates on questioning the Nameless itself.
It changes its Dao Path, not touching the Nameless essence, not investigating the Nameless designation, not clinging to the definition of the Nameless, but instead analyzing all the changes in the surrounding world and all things caused by the Nameless, using the method of reversal to outline the fundamental source of its way.
Why do people's gazes drift away when they fall upon Nameless, unable to linger? Why can't divine consciousness or Fate Soul leave even the slightest stable imprint on him?
Why do all titles, definitions, and categories become ineffective when they come into contact with it? Why can the innate patterns of the East, which still clearly carry the flow of the origin, no longer be defined as the "pathway to the origin"?
Countless questions took root and sprouted, and the Mystic Deconstruction unfolded accordingly, hum!!!