Mystic Deconstruction and Wanyan's Contest

On the Dao Pivot Platform · Wordless Heavenly Disc, Mystic Deconstruction and Wanyan stepped into the battle arena one after another. The two walked with ease and composure, neither of them activating their source power or spreading their pressure immediately. They stood about a hundred feet apart, and the transparent Dao curtain covering the entire battle platform slowly closed. The clamor of millions of cultivators outside gradually subsided and returned to silence through a layer of crystalline barrier.

The traces of the Source Dao left from the first round of confrontation have not yet dissipated. Deep within the Logic Void Crystal of the platform, the transparent patterns of the Mystic Deconstruction still lurk. High above, the silvery-white strings of Wanyan, like the afterglow of a starry river, also remain. Two completely different traces of the source lie between the two, subtly rising and falling, secretly preparing for a confrontation.

Mystic Deconstruction Jie stood with his hands behind his back, his expression serene and calm, the countless fine, transparent lines in his eyes slowly swirling. Even though he had already surpassed Wanyan in the first round, he showed no arrogance or haughtiness. Wanyan stood opposite him, his long silver hair cascading over his shoulders, his eyes clear and bright, showing no trace of the resentment or anger of his first-round defeat. He looked up at the sky, the source imprints of the first-round rankings still vivid in his mind's eye, and a faint smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"Mystic Deconstruction." Wanyan spoke first, his voice clear and soft, yet penetrating the entire sealed battle arena, each word distinct, "You won beautifully in the first round."

Mystic Deconstruction raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze falling on him, his tone calm Silent Void even. "If this is all you've got, then today's battle will be rather uninteresting."

Upon hearing this, Wanyan's smile deepened. He raised his heavy hand, and a thin, silvery-white string quietly emerged between his two fingers, swaying gently at his fingertips. In the next instant, it split in two, and in the next instant, the two strings stretched out in completely opposite directions.

Wanyan lowered his eyes and gazed at the flowing strings, his eyes gleaming with a silvery light. After his defeat in the first round of tracing the source, his expression became even clearer and sharper, revealing a vibrant interest in breaking through the impasse and creating a new life.

"In the first round, you didn't chase after my countless derivative branches and leaves, but instead transcended all appearances and traced back to the fundamental origin of all fruits. No matter how many possibilities I have evolved in the world, as long as they all originate from the same source of 'evolution,' you can trace back the branches to find the trunk and follow the leaves to find the roots. The myriad branches and leaves are all illusory to you."

Mystic Deconstruction nodded silently and replied frankly, "That's right."

Wanyan slowly raised his eyes, and the silver light that had been flowing evenly in his eyes suddenly split in two. In his left pupil, thousands of silver-white starlight spread outwards; in his right pupil, completely different silver Dao patterns receded layer by layer and returned to stillness. One spread and one receded, one released and one contained, their Dao rhythms were completely contradictory.

"So I pondered for a long time."

The five fingers slowly loosened, and the two silver-white strings between them did not continue to split and multiply. One of them suddenly burst into flames and turned into a wisp of silver stardust whose origin could not be traced, scattering into the void; the other, without any warning, was suddenly reborn in the vast void a hundred feet away, traversing the distance and severing the cause.

"Since you can trace back from the myriad fruits to find the sole cause..." Wanyan's smile faded, but his eyes grew increasingly intense and bright, radiating a dazzling light. "Then I will abandon this sole cause."

The expressions of countless cultivators on the periphery changed drastically upon hearing this, and their minds were shaken. The transparent patterns that swirled endlessly in Mystic Deconstruction's eyes also froze slightly for the first time at this moment.

Wanyan stared intently at Mystic Deconstruction, speaking slowly and deliberately, his clear voice echoing across the stage. "The first round has ended, and I have already seen through the fundamental nature of your analysis of breaking the deadlock. You can solve one path, you can solve countless paths, you can transcend all changes and directly grasp the root of the coexistence of all things. Today, I will ensure that every derivative path—from its very inception—holds its own root and establishes its own foundation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wanyan raised his palm and suddenly opened it wide, humming!!!

The entire Wordless Heavenly Disc trembled slightly, its Daoist aura flowing emptily. There was no eruption of overwhelming Source Power, no dazzling divine power to blast away; behind Wanyan, the first thing to appear was a silver-white light spot the size of a fingertip. The light spot remained still for a moment, without following its old path to split and generate new branches. Instead, a second light spot condensed out of nowhere in the void ten feet away.

The second point of light had no connection to the first and no inheritance of its lineage. The third point of light was born in succession, without any trace of the previous two.

The fourth crystal hangs high in the sky, formed from nothingness; the fifth crystal lies hidden within the crystal patterns on the platform, quietly rising to the surface.

The sixth one was even more bizarre. It first appeared as a long silver river that stretched across the battle platform, with all sorts of results. After a few breaths, the source that supported the river's existence slowly condensed and took shape at the end of the torrent.

Hundreds, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions... Buzz!!!

In the blink of an eye, an endless silver-white sea of stars spread out above the Wordless Heavenly Disc, vast and boundless, covering the four corners of the earth. All living beings suddenly realized that this strange phenomenon of the star sea was completely different from the derivation path of the first cycle of Wanyan.

The first cycle of the Dao of Wanyan is like a towering tree, with a single trunk giving rise to countless branches, each branch connected to the next, each leaf intertwined, endlessly complex yet all originating from the same source, ultimately unable to escape the constraints of the "single path of evolution".

Today, the giant tree has been uprooted and no longer exists.

Every glimmer of starlight, every ray of possibility, has its own origin, its own system, and its own birth and death. One possibility arises from the threads of cause and effect, another takes root deep within the Fate Soul and becomes self-sufficient; Dao Source the remnants of the past, another is conceived in the unsettled future; one follows the natural order of birth and death in the world.

One begins with Annihilation. Yet countless possibilities transcend all time and cause and effect. It is perfect from birth and complete upon completion. Its origins cannot be traced, and it cannot be attached to anything else. Each strand has its own unique source, independent of and uninherited from others.

Wanyan stood in the center of billions of silver rays, his robes billowing and swirling amidst the vast primordial currents, his long silver-white hair flying wildly behind him. He slowly raised his palm, and the boundless sea of possibilities continued to expand and grow.

To the left of the battle platform, a majestic mountain rises abruptly from the ground, its very existence rooted in another unknown, yet unformed, starry sea; a long, silvery river rushes down from the sky, each drop of water and each wisp of flow possessing a completely different Source Dao and foundation; in the distance, a silvery-white celestial body suddenly manifests, instantly deconstructing into layers, transforming into countless independent celestial landscapes, a myriad of phenomena, each with its own origin.

A massive surge of countless Source Dao waves swept across the hundred-zhang territory where Mystic Deconstruction stood, instantly engulfing and shrouding it in boundless silvery white light.

Millions of cultivators outside looked up and gazed, but the entire battle arena had completely vanished. All that remained in their sight was a vast world constructed from billions of independent possibilities. What was most unsettling was not this boundless grandeur, but the fact that among these myriad possibilities, not a single stable symbiotic root or common principle could be found.

On the stands, a veteran elder's expression changed drastically, and he said in a deep voice, "He personally dismantled his own ancient 'foundation for the Dao'!"

His companion stared intently at the battle stage, his eyes wide with shock, his voice trembling slightly. "The reason Mystic Deconstruction was able to overpower him in the first round was because all the derivatives shared a single origin! Now that the Wanyan have broken free of their shackles and differentiated their Dao roots, each strand may be independently reborn... If Mystic Deconstruction wants to trace back to the source again, he must simultaneously dismantle billions of completely different Dao root principles!"

"This is no longer just an infinite branch..." The man's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with horror, "This is—the infinite origin!"

On the high platform, the four referees' expressions turned solemn one after another. Nalan Yanqing in the void, observing the ever-changing battle. Xuanyuan Canglan's gaze followed the starry sky, his admiration growing stronger. Murong Yunche's brows furrowed slightly as he focused on comprehending the profound meaning of Wanyan's transformation in his Dao Path. Nangong Xingyun's eyes were fixed, his gaze locked on the silvery-white source sea that had swallowed Mystic Deconstruction, unwavering.

A thoughtful glint flickered in Qin Yu's eyes as he pondered to himself: If all phenomena have different outcomes, and all origins are also different... then where should the highest principle of deconstruction begin, and where should it take root?

Inside the battle arena, Wanyan's figure had completely dissolved into the boundless silver light. In other words, at this moment, there was a possibility that Wanyan could still exist in every corner of this star sea.

Ten feet in front of Mystic Deconstruction, a figure slowly materialized and walked out; a hundred feet behind him, another figure appeared in succession.

High in the sky, underground, amidst the remnants of the past, in moments of uncertainty about the future... countless figures of Wanyan manifested simultaneously, each with a different expression and aura. Some stood quietly with their hands behind their backs, some gazed up at the Mystic Deconstruction, some were indifferent and unmoved, and some wore faint smiles.

Many more figures dissipated as soon as they formed half of their bodies, because the source that supported their birth was inherently short-lived and unique, unable to last long or coexist with other figures.

This is no longer an ordinary technique of creating clones and shadows. Each shadow represents a Wanyan form that can be created; the existence of each form depends on a unique and exclusive Dao root.

Wanyan's vast and boundless voice echoed synchronously throughout the entire silvery-white world, omnipresent: "Mystic Deconstruction." "In the first round, you found the only towering ancient tree among my countless branches and leaves."

Millions of figures simultaneously raised their eyes, their gazes all falling upon Mystic Deconstruction, who stood silently in the center. "Today—there are no trees here."

In the next instant, the entire boundless silver-white world suddenly contracted inward and closed in, with billions of independent possibilities crushing in from all directions, layer upon layer, locking down all of Mystic Deconstruction's space to advance or retreat.

Mystic Deconstruction, though surrounded, remained unmoved, neither retreating an inch nor avoiding a step.

Those eyes, capable of tracing the origins of all things and deciphering all laws, gazed silently at the myriad possibilities around them, each unique and ever-evolving. Transparent patterns slowly spread across his body, but only covered an area of three zhang before abruptly stopping, no longer extending.

The first independent figure approached him, Mystic Deconstruction had not yet begun to analyze it. The second figure materialized behind him, but Mystic Deconstruction remained standing still.

A silvery-white world, Origin Framework, crashed down from above. Mystic Deconstruction, however, actively suppressed the deconstruction Daoist aura that had already risen around him, allowing the strange phenomena in the sky to cover his body.

The onlookers were filled with astonishment and disbelief, their voices rising in murmurs. "Why is Mystic Deconstruction still so hesitant?" "If he continues to hold his ground like this, he'll be completely trapped in the Wanyan Sea, with no chance of breaking free!" "What is he waiting for?"

The world is confused, but Mystic Deconstruction's mind is clear and lucid. He is observing, he is waiting.

The confrontation between the first Dao Pivot Crystal Core was the purest and most static logical game at the fundamental level. The infinite derivation of Wanyan evolutions was stripped of all ad-hoc variables, and the sole "evolutionary" Dao root was clear, naked, and unconcealable.

But in actual combat, things are completely different now.

Wanyan has already transformed the weakness of his defeat in the first round into nourishment for his own Dao Path, shattering the single source and forging countless origins. If he were to rashly make a move now and dismantle any one of the possibilities, he would instantly fall into the endless traps set by his opponent, being dragged and bound by billions of independent origins, forever unable to dismantle them or trace their origins.

The Mystic Deconstruction interpretation is to neither attack, nor understand, nor reverse, nor trace back.

He let the first silvery-white source flow through him, let the second independent source take shape beside him, and let the third entirely new source give rise to a brand new world beneath his feet.

Mystic Deconstruction slowly closed his eyes, his mind completely calmed down. At this moment, a subtle glint of surprise finally flashed in Wanyan's eyes.

The next moment, Mystic Deconstruction opened his eyes, and a calm voice slowly emanated from the center of the billions of silver seas:

"Not bad." These two words, spoken with profound weight, carried a weighty tone.

He raised his eyes to look at the Wanyan, his pupils no longer displaying the frantically rotating billions of patterns, but only a clear and transparent glimmer. He slowly raised his right hand, letting a silver-white light, born from a brand-new origin, gently fall into his palm.

He did not dismantle, break, or trace back to the source; he simply calmly comprehended the complete trajectory of this point of light from its birth, stabilization, evolution, and continuation, until it was ready to be reborn.

After a long silence, Mystic Deconstruction's lips curled into a meaningful, faint smile, his eyes growing clearer and more intrigued. "You have indeed severed the common root."

Wanyan remained silent, awaiting the outcome. Mystic Deconstruction slowly closed his five fingers, never harming the light spot in his palm in the slightest. "Then I will no longer seek its origin."

The transparent patterns quietly climbed along the wrist, landing on the silvery-white light spots. They did not trace their origin or investigate their cause, but simply read the trajectory of all the laws and principles that it now stood on the battle platform and continued to exist in the world.

Mystic Deconstruction raised his eyes, piercing through the silvery light, and gazed directly at the Wanyan origins hidden within the sea of stars. "I'll see—" "When countless origins all strive to establish their full potential on this battle stage..."

His gaze was intense, his Daoist aura profound and deep, "Can you make them completely disappear, without even a single common 'principle of their existence'?"

The silver light that had been swirling in Wanyan's eyes suddenly froze, and his mind trembled slightly. Outside the battle platform, the expressions of the top experts who had seen through the battle all changed drastically.

Mystic Deconstruction ultimately did not fall into the endless traps set by Wanyan; he abandoned his old question—"Where do you come from?"

He switched to an even more fatal question—what gives you the right to exist here? Billions of silvery white objects may still overwhelm the heavens and earth, besieging all sides.