The final contest of genesis and deconstruction

Wanyan stood amidst the still-unsettled silvery-white primordial sea, countless life marks floating and sinking in all directions. The paradox carved out by the Logic Dissolution still echoed deep within its Fate Soul. Without destiny, one is inevitably banished by reality, but this "inevitability" itself is a new destiny trajectory. Mystic Deconstruction uses this to tear open a crack in the origin of [Fate Stripping].

Wanyan remained silent for a moment, the silver light in his eyes fading, replaced by a solemnity born from the clash of the Great Dao. He nodded slightly. "In this instance, you have won. Without destiny, one is expelled; expulsion becomes a new path. This method, when deduced to this point, does indeed have a flaw."

These words caused a stir among the cultivators surrounding the battle platform. Wanyan acknowledged only the defeat of this round of legal principles, while his own Daoist aura became even more profound. He spread his five fingers, and the life marks that hovered around Mystic Deconstruction's body trembled in unison. They neither fled nor returned, but instead disintegrated and flowed away in the void on their own.

Each trace of destiny leads a different path, some rushing towards unknown ages, some plunging into causes and effects that have never occurred, some spreading out into unfamiliar worlds, and some breaking into billions of fine threads, connecting countless different destinies. The Mystic Deconstruction no longer a single ending that can be expelled, but only countless contradictory yet all plausible destinies surrounding them.

"Since the final outcome will reshape destiny, then I will abandon the final outcome." Wanyan's eyes lit up. Buzz!!! The entire silver-white string net suddenly revived.

The stripped-away past, future, and cause and effect are all broken up and assigned to different destinies. Mystic Deconstruction is currently trapped in a bizarre situation: he still has a past, but is not anchored in the present; he still has a future, but does not connect with the present. The action of raising his hand is a fact in one destiny, never happened in another, and becomes the beginning of another cause and effect in a third. Wanyan abandoned the ending of expulsion, scattered the traces of destiny, so that Mystic Deconstruction no longer has a unified past, present, and future to maintain itself.

In an instant, countless versions of himself appeared behind Mystic Deconstruction. Some stood still, some turned around, some didn't raise a hand, and some rushed straight at Wanyan. The many phantoms negated each other, their outlines hazy.

"I will no longer take your life, nor will I determine your fate." Wanyan's voice echoed from the myriad threads of the net, "I will only scatter the traces of your destiny into countless paths. When you take a step, the past will be untraceable; when you make a choice, the future will reject the causes of the past. You will still exist, but there will no longer be a complete destiny track to explain where you ultimately belong."

A murmur of surprise rippled through the million spectators, while the four referees wore solemn expressions. Nalan Yanqing saw through it all; Wanyan didn't stubbornly confront the paradox, but instead transformed his divine power into "Many Fates, No Return," sealing off Mystic Deconstruction's old method of breaking the deadlock.

Mystic Deconstruction silent, letting countless destinies pass through its body, its form constantly shifting among countless forks in the road. In a few breaths, its posture, its primordial light, and even the fact that it was "observing the enemy at this moment" were split into countless different paths by its destiny. Yet Mystic Deconstruction no panic; instead, the scrutiny in its eyes intensified.

The Wanyan can dismantle the root, the law, and the destiny, but all possibilities that can manifest in the present world must first cross the threshold from "the unknown" to "the known." Without this power of evolution, countless illusions will forever remain in nothingness, never reaching the battleground.

"In the end, you didn't give it up." Mystic Deconstruction raised his eyes. Wanyan's gaze narrowed slightly.

Mystic Deconstruction his finger, and a wisp of transparent pattern lies across all possible boundaries of "before Unborn," not dismantling the established destiny and landscape, but solely controlling the gateway of evolution.

"Roots may differ, destinies may differ, forms may differ. But to manifest in this world, all require your single-minded approval—this possibility can be derived." Buzz!!! The silver-white string net behind Wanyan vibrated violently.

Mystic Deconstruction no longer created paradoxes through questioning, but directly pressed its origin onto this level of Eligibility for Derivation. Each nascent silver-white light was locked in the state between formation and non-formation, neither destroyed nor extinguished, but simply losing the right to step into the mortal world. Within the silver-white source sea, large areas of deathly darkness spread; the illusion remained, but it could no longer transform into tangible traces of the Dao. Wanyan's heart sank; Mystic Deconstruction had already transcended techniques and directly invaded its Source Dao essence.

The colorless essence outside the Mystic Deconstruction dispersed, and an indifferent wiping force spread out.

'Definition Deprivation.'

Buzz!!! Ripples swept across, stripping away the meaning of "future" from the trajectory of destiny, and the mountains and rivers shed their reality as "mountains and rivers." The Wanyan transformations dissolved the definition of "transformation."

Crack!!! The silvery-white world collapsed in large parts. It wasn't that the Source Power was depleted, but that the definitions were stripped away, and the differences between all things began to dissolve. Fates became indistinguishable, the origins lost their distinctions, and even the "myriad differences" upon which Wanyan depended for their existence were on the verge of collapse.

"You may change your origins as you please, dismantle your destiny." Mystic Deconstruction forward step by step, "But if you try to evade my analysis by using 'difference,' I will take away 'difference.'"

Buzz!!! As soon as the words were spoken, all the cultivators present changed color.

This was no longer a clash of supernatural powers; it was the mutual erosion of the very essence of two great Source Dao. Wanyan knew that if this power was allowed to spread, countless possibilities would eventually merge into chaos, which would then be traced back to its origin by Mystic Deconstruction.

Wanyan closed his eyes, ceasing all external influences for the first time since ascending the stage. The silvery-white world fell Ji Ran. Mystic Deconstruction paused slightly in his steps.

Deep within the Fate Soul, a point of light stripped of its definition persists, unaware of its own nature. Wanyan, as if receiving divine revelation, suddenly opens his eyes, all the myriad reflections of the myriad strings in his vision fading away, leaving only a clear, unobstructed view.

It looked at its own hands, whispered the words "definition," "origin," and "destiny," and suddenly smiled—a smile of enlightenment, a smile of breaking free from constraints.

"I've been trying to find common ground with you, so I've dismantled your roots, your very essence, and all connections. But why must I leave you with evidence to dismantle all possibilities?"

The transparent lines under Mystic Deconstruction's eyes suddenly contracted.

The countless strings behind Wanyan vanished, and all the illusions sank into his Fate Soul, leaving only his solitary figure on the battle stage. Most of the spectators thought his defeat was inevitable, but Mystic Deconstruction's expression grew increasingly solemn—those illusions had not disappeared, they simply no longer manifested prematurely.

Wanyan raised his palm, but it was empty.

"You're right. Pre-derivation leaves room for further development; forcing differences leaves traces of discrepancy." His five fingers slowly clenched, a sharp edge emerging. "Then I will no longer pre-derivate. Every attack will only take root the moment it touches you."

A tremendous tremor shook the heavens and earth. Without warning or origin, a streak of silvery-white light suddenly appeared about an inch from Mystic Deconstruction's left shoulder, its origin only born the instant it manifested. Mystic Deconstruction jerked to the side, and his sleeve was ripped apart!

Another deadly attack appeared behind him, its appearance instantly using the "weight of existence" as its foundation, overwhelming and causing the battle platform to sink slightly. Mystic Deconstruction raised his palm to meet it head-on, Boom!!! The Dao wave exploded.

A murderous aura rose beneath his feet, and only when he was close to the source did his Fate Soul separate, hum!!! The Mystic Deconstruction Fate Soul trembled violently.

After that, countless attacks erupted one after another from high above, beside the body, and between the past and the future. Each move was determined in its origin, nature, and killing intent only at the moment of impact. One move tore apart the Fate Soul, the next subdued cause and effect, and in an instant, the order of time was broken. Finally, it transformed into an endless, eroding and dissecting tide.

The killing move had barely entered Mystic Deconstruction's sight, before it could even condense into a dissecting pattern, when it took shape on its own, transforming into a reverse impact, specifically designed to erase everything that had been dissected and strip away all analytical attributes.

At this point, it is impossible to Mystic Deconstruction the entire situation with a single paradox.

In the midst of despair, Wanyan unfold, revealing the true truth: the root of a pre-formed existence can always be traced, but only when killing and destruction arise together with the root of the Dao can the opportunity for analysis be completely eliminated. Before the attack descends, there is no complete cause; only at the moment of stepping into reality does the perfect Dao form emerge.

The onslaught of billions of newborns instantly overturned the entire battle arena.

This time, the silvery-white light surged forth without forming a net, resembling countless Source Dao stars suddenly exploding from a myriad of origins, unconnected, rootless, disordered, and without pattern. Each eruption illuminated a region, and each Annihilation ushered in a new era of slaughter. The silvery dome in the sky layered and vanished, the battleground rising and falling, repeatedly reforming, the sky ablaze with ever-changing light curtains, each moment a completely different Daoist attack. The scene was vast and boundless, with countless phenomena constantly shifting, leaving the millions of cultivators below dazzled, none able to capture the entire spectacle.

Shock!!! The Wordless Heavenly Disc trembled violently, and then!!! Layers of protective Dao curtains lit up one after another, steadily supporting the Source Dao that was plunging down.

A genuine, unusual glint finally appeared in Nalan Yanqing's eyes.

Mystic Deconstruction stood amidst the raging battle, his robes billowing wildly for the first time in the violent storm of the Source Dao. Transparent patterns spread out from his feet, but he was repeatedly forced to change his trajectory by the endless stream of new and varied killing moves, unable to maintain any single technique.

His expression remained calm and composed, but his eyes were completely focused, revealing Ultimate seriousness.

Wanyan realized at this moment has already transcended all the constraints of the first round. It has abandoned the old paths that may have existed in the past, allowing each move of killing to be born and formed on the eve of battle.

To Mystic Deconstruction the impasse, one must instantly discern the underlying principles and understand the underlying principles the moment each form takes shape.

But the next killing move is always completely different and unpredictable.

Wanyan behind the vast, silvery torrent, his silver hair flying wildly amidst billions of rays of light, his eyes shining as bright as the sun, and a sense of exhilarating freedom and liberation from the shackles of the Great Dao surfacing on his face.

"Mystic Deconstruction." "In the first round, you decipher my 'Derivation'." "This round—"

Its right palm slammed down, and the countless new attacks that filled the sky instantly converged, crushing and surrounding Xuan Mystic Deconstruction.

"Tong!!!" "I'll show you!" "When every killing move is just beginning to strike, can you still dismantle it all!" As soon as he finished speaking, the entire battle platform was completely swallowed up by the vast silver-white torrent, leaving only endless Source Dao killing intent in the world.