The Sundial Observation Ring stands silently above countless ages of history.
Time is neither water, nor sand, nor wind.
It is the initial mark of "order," the predetermined order of "the cause of the future."
Now, the cycle of the seven eras has been set, and only two people remain to enter this realm.
One is the one whose soul's consciousness illuminates and breaks through a thousand tracks; the other is the one whose Dawn Wheel vanishes and never returns.
[Fuyao] emerges from the sundial gate, and the ground it treads upon forms a sundial with the future light trail moving backward.
When he spoke, his voice was flat and even, yet it flowed from within the bounds of discipline:
Now that you have received the initial permission from the Emperor, you must first correct your own course of action.
"I am Fuyao, and what I impart now is neither technique, nor words, nor intention... but the Epoch Origin of the First Law."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeve and released "Nine Sundial Radiance Guides," nine streaks of light that bypassed Qin Yu and Yan Yue, not circling them, but rather—passing through their "future" bodies, cutting and stitching their destinies into the mainstream of time in this domain.
The heavens are like a leak, time is a sundial, and the celestial ring hangs above the cross-section of countless worlds.
The nine-tiered sundial slowly descended from the outer ring inwards, as if dissecting, imprinting, and reordering the existence of the two people layer by layer.
At this moment, no one spoke, nor was anyone allowed to speak.
Because within this region, "language" is an ungranted right.
The first step, "Entering the track and establishing the framework."
Fuyao remained still, only extending his right arm into the floating "time rift" behind him.
There were no words, no spells, and no fluctuations of true energy.
He pulled out a "notebook".
But the nib of this pen is empty; it is made up of [the words he will write at some point in the future].
He pointed the pen tip at Qin Yu and Yan Yue, and made a stroke in the air—
The stroke didn't land on them, but rather on the very structure of their "if they exist" rationale.
Thus, a new chain of instructions was added to the world logic of the Source of Epochless:
[If "Qin Yu" exists within the Epoch Origin system, then its track order and authorization level = Guan Shou has been initiated]
The second step, "Sundial Scissors - Accurate Track Continuation,"
A shadow slowly emerged from behind them:
Qin Yu's sundial shadow was a broken arc, circling his body three times, with the "Annihilation Abyss Flame" igniting at its end.
The shadow of Yan Yue was a long track of dawn light, like a cascading river, passing through the wall of history behind her and heading straight into the Sea of the Future.
At this moment, Fuyao raised his left hand horizontally, forming a "Radiance Order Drawing Chains" technique.
Ninety-nine lines of the future instantly linked with the gnomon shadows behind the two, each line flashing through a scene:
In a certain moment, he will slay a god;
At some point she will change the law;
In a single thought, the two will coexist before all propositions.
These futures are not given a choice, but are directly written into the "postscript" of their existence logic.
The third step, "Observation and instruction determined, silence and secrecy maintained,"
After everything was completed, Fuyao finally spoke, but his voice was not directed at any individual, but rather at the entire Ring Domain Era:
"The instruction is complete. From this day forward, you two are granted the right to record, but you are not permitted to write down the records without authorization."
"Those who do not possess the 'True Seal of Epoch Enforcement' are forbidden from speaking, naming themselves, or writing down 'ideas beyond existence'."
As the words fell, a "Epoch-Sealing Silencing Light" appeared behind the two, etched into their backs like a brand, signifying that they had officially obtained the "Primary Legitimate Right to Constitut within the Discipline".
The Sundial Observation Ring hangs silently above the cross-section of countless realms, its nine-tiered sundial track slowly sinking. Time, neither sand nor water, falls silently like a long river of ghostly light, dividing the entire Observation Domain into two worlds, one inside and one outside the ring. At the heart of the ring, Qin Yu and Yan Yue stand where the sundial marks intersect, silent and still, yet already recognized by the entire logic of the Epoch Origin. The Time Wheel behind them still burns, the light of their destiny track has not yet cooled, and that seal of the epoch, as if etched into their souls, is ingrained in their very bones.
Outside the observation ring, the silence lasted only a few breaths before it was like thunder piercing the still sea. The sound, without any provocation, resounded like a thousand chains.
"Without any questioning or explanation, how could those two be granted the seals?"
"They don't even possess the seal of law... so what kind of proposition are they?"
"I observe its trajectory, but not its cause. Without logical proof, how could the trajectory exist?"
These voices were not merely astonishment, but an instinctive resistance—a systemic rejection of "existence beyond the established norms." Within the Source of Epochless, "those who have not yet constituted propositions" should not have the qualification to be observed. Yet now, two unfamiliar names, without questioning or traversing the chain of knowledge, have been directly granted epochal status, making the trajectories of all other candidates present seem ridiculous and laughable.
Just then, a completely emotionless voice swept diagonally across the top of the observation deck, drowning out all the noise, like a cold whisper seeping from the cracks of logic.
"As expected, even components other than those in the original text can be inserted directly like this."
As everyone turned their heads, they saw a young man, his body entwined with the marks of a broken gnomon, slowly approaching. His steps were steady, and with each step, a fragment of the erased future reappeared beneath his feet. His eyes were pupil-less, yet three chains of causal evaluation appeared. What he spoke of was not speculation, but a "primary cause positioning" after a trial of logic.
"From this perspective, Epoch Origin is indeed beginning to decay—if it relies on two variables of unknown origin to maintain its complete structure, then this world should have been annihilated long ago."
That person— Yu Yuance, a member of the Seventh Era of the Eternal Evolution Realm Hall, and the Deputy Director of the Epoch Cause Examination and Discernment Department —is a cultivator who has been practicing foreseeing the causal paths of the future. All his words have the ability to be verified through path reversal. If there is a "logical possibility" in his words, they will be directly regarded by the world system as a "possible component" and transformed into the cause of reality.
He walked seven steps away from Fuyao, his gaze indifferent, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he looked at Qin Yu and Yan Yue, before slowly speaking:
"What they skipped was not the assessment, but the 'proposition verification itself.' Of all those present within these cycles, who didn't undergo seven cycles of observation and trial before attaining even a single initial stage? And them? Sealed by the light seal, their judgment obscured, they were simply swept away."
"Elder Fuyao, you are the observer—but you are not the judge of the logical chain. The path you observe may not even be recognized for legitimacy by Ji Epoch Origin himself."
His words fell silently, yet they triggered a "cause-and-effect tearing sound" above the ring domain, like silk being torn apart, producing a discordant sound in the deepest part of the dimension. Everyone turned their heads, wondering if Fuyao to be angered, or if the two unregistered builders would be personally corrected by the rules of Epoch Origin.
Fuyao remained unmoved, his robes unbroken like the twilight's pattern, as he simply raised the "unwritten pen of the future" in his hand once more. Within the cyclical ring, the wind still whistled, and time continued to flow, but a new talismanic light rose from behind Fuyao, as if responding, as if denying, or as if rewriting.
Guan Huan is no longer silent. Ji Ben begins to self-correct. Yu Yuance's provocation, though not refuted, has already triggered the first crack of "logical contradiction" in a higher dimension. For the first time, Source of Epochless, outside of its writing, accepts two unpredictable variables.
The two figures standing on the initial ring remained silent, as if their silence itself was the sharpest expression of their existence.
Fuyao had even faded, Qin Yu and Yan Yue had already turned around. The two figures walked slowly through the still-warming spectral marks, their backs to countless scrutinizing and discussing figures. Their steps were slow, yet without the slightest hesitation. They didn't speak, didn't look back, and didn't even release a trace of their soul consciousness. It was as if the storm, provocation, anger, and doubt on the entire spectral ring had never existed in their world.
Yan Yue Dawn Wheel descended, the light lingered, reflecting the details of all the disciples' faces: surprise, jealousy, awe, confusion... all were reflected in a mirror in that instant, exposed without reservation by the light domain. Meanwhile, the Seal of Discipline behind Qin Yu was like a wheel imprint sinking into the void, silent yet causing the surrounding Discipline Walls to vibrate softly.
With each step they took off the stage, they silently severed their connection with the world.
One disciple couldn't help but mutter a curse, "Playing tricks, pretending to be profound!"
But before the words were finished, the celestial orbit behind Yan Yue trembled slightly, and the reflection in the void gently shifted—the speaker's expression suddenly changed drastically, the order beneath his feet swayed, and the "echo of words" that was supposed to happen a moment in advance was forcibly released—
"... My words are untrue, and my knowledge is insufficient; I beg you to seal this!"
The void trembled slightly. The sound wasn't his own, yet it emanated from within him, as if the curse from before had been negated and corrected in the chain of logic. Everyone was astonished, but Qin Yu and Yan Yue didn't pause for a moment. They simply crushed, annihilated, and crushed the turmoil with their steps, as if they never belonged to this ring domain, but were merely brief notes that had stepped in from beyond the ages.
Yu Yuance watched their retreating figures, his eyes gleaming with a subtle light. He wasn't angry; instead, he smiled. He saw that they hadn't responded, yet they had silently "stripped" the center of gravity of the entire observation ring—from this moment on, this was no longer the ring field he and the others were observing, but—their orbital field. He knew the fire he had started hadn't been extinguished, but he also understood: even the biggest fire couldn't illuminate the "annihilation light" cast beneath their feet.
Below the steps, outside the ring domain, a "Bridge of Authority within the Era" emerged from the outer edge of the ring. It was a bridge leading to the Eternal Evolution Realm Hall, accessible only to those who had truly received the authorization.
Qin Yu remained silent as he stepped onto it, his body surrounded by incantations, as if the heavens and earth were making way for him. Yan Yue lightly raised a finger and gestured forward, and the previously dormant "Light Law Verification Gate" slowly opened in front of her, requiring no verification, no naming, and no statement of its existence.
This is the first step after the instruction, and also the first real stroke of ink in the entire Source of Epochless:
They are not the ones being written about, but rather—they write themselves.
Above the Observatory, all eyes turned, yet no one dared to utter a sound. The order of events fell silent, cause and effect subsided, and two new paths, having already transcended everyone's future, slowly unfolded before the unknown gates of the Source Palace.
The long bridge of authority within the realm had already unfolded, with the radiant light of the Dawn Wheel and the traces of the Silent Abyss converging beneath their feet, as if the entire Law Network of the Source of Epochless was actively weaving a path for them. Yan Yue lightly stepped into the radiant mirror before entering, and the talisman of the realm shattered silently, the door opening completely for her without even verifying her "legitimacy of entry." Qin Yu remained silent, following behind, the Dawn Fire and the Annihilation Pattern both sinking into the void, disappearing into the depths of the palace core along with the two figures.
On the high seat overlooking the world, all was deathly silent.
Yu Yuance remained motionless, standing seven steps behind Fuyao. He neither spoke nor made another move, but his eyes, shimmering with triple chains of light, were fixed on the direction of the closed palace doors, as if he wanted to reclaim the humiliation of being rejected, ignored, and overstepped in the future.
At this moment, a young man dressed in a half-disciplined robe with chain-patterned shoulders quietly approached. His name was Feng Li. Although his cultivation was only at the Middle Stage of Silent Origin Realm, he had learned a lot of the secrets of the Yu Yuance Epoch Cause Department because he had followed Yu Yuan Ce for many years. At this moment, his eyes were flashing with undisguised sarcasm and cunning.
"Vice Master, they have entered the Eternal Hall, but it is only the initial stage of their training; they have not yet obtained their formal rank within the Epoch. If this leads to 'competition within the Epoch,' according to the rules, we can only determine their merits through martial arts competitions, and cannot resort to the causal review process."
"Just what I wanted." Yu Yuance's tone was calm, but every word fell like a chain of death. "Since they, as 'non-constructionists,' skipped all the steps to obtain their titles... then let them, before the palace gates and under the weight of all the titles, shatter the very nature of their 'illegal logic.'"
His gaze slowly shifted, and where his eyes fell, a half-bright chronology plate slid out from his sleeve, the words on it already flashing – it was a battle invitation that was about to be sent to the "Epoch Combat Order Enforcement Office" of the Eternal Evolution Realm Hall.
"The 'Martial Arts Agreement' will be inscribed three days later, officially designated as the 'Ceremony for Newcomers.' According to old custom, every time a new generation is granted a title, there will be a martial arts contest to determine their abilities—this is the name of the rule, and no one can say it's wrong."
Feng Li replied in a low voice, "What if they don't accept the challenge?"
Yu Yuance laughed, his smile cold and sharp, as if the entire Ji Lian trembled in response.
"If you refuse to fight, it will be considered 'disobedience to orders.' If you accept the challenge, you will fall into my trap—do you know how many 'future path traps' I will weave for them in these three days?"
"I will set a 'logical echo' for each of their attacks, so that when they act, they will automatically violate the discipline taught to them."
"I will bind their soul trajectories in advance, so that on the battlefield—every time they expend a breath of spiritual power, they will fall into 'cause and effect reversal,' and Ji Yin will commit suicide."
"I want them to be defeated without a fight, defeated in a just and legal way, defeated so that the Ruler of the Eternal Evolution Realm Hall will personally sign off on the 'segmented deletion'."
Feng Li's hands trembled with excitement. "Vice Master, this is brilliant! Once this scheme succeeds, their seals of authority can be revoked, and even..."
Yu Yuance coldly interrupted, "Don't rush to kill. First, destroy their reputation, then sever their tracks, and finally—destroy their souls."
His tone wasn't harsh, but at that moment, no one in the entire Guan Huan area spoke.
In the distance, Fuyao remained silent, seemingly indifferent to everything.
But deep within the cracks in the gnomon's shadow behind him, a barely perceptible wheel mark was quietly trembling, as if waiting for an inevitable internal conflict between the "observer" and the "rebel."