The Ruins Rekindled · All Beings Gather Their Grief

The heavens and earth roared, and the entire Source of Epochless · Middle Layer seemed to be compressed in an instant. As the Source Flow Guardian stepped out of the golden vortex, the Supreme pressure that spanned the ages surged forth like a tide, even tearing apart the Silent Profundity silence of the Sourceless Hidden Army. The Sourceless Hidden Soldier, who were always as silent as the abyss, trembled slightly at this moment, their Origin Destroyer Whip hanging low, as if silently acknowledging this existence from a higher level.

Source Flow Guardian stood in the void, surrounded by a golden and silver halo that resembled the primordial wheel of the universe. Each rotation caused the billions of rules in the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer to tremble. The golden patterns flowing within his body were like an endless star map, weaving the karma of all beings into an immense scroll. At that moment, the heavens and the earth groaned simultaneously, as if the entire plane was yielding to him.

At this moment, the pupils of all the disciples and elders from the various temples and races contracted, and their breaths caught in their throats. Some tried to speak, but found their voices turning into fragmented breaths in their throats; others wanted to look up and see the celestial-like figure clearly, but the moment they saw its golden radiance, their hearts were immediately plunged into endless trembling.

A wave of fear spread, and even the Chaos Realm · Supreme nearly collapsed to their knees. The weaker disciples prostrated themselves on the ground, their blood surging in reverse, as if the laws of heaven and earth were forcibly suppressing their existence, allowing them to prove their survival only through submission.

The Sourceless Hidden Army still stood silently in mid-air, but their Silent Profundity aura was no longer as indifferent and stable as before. Instead, it was shaken by the golden light and rippled in layers. The chaotic domains of the Void Commander twisted and seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Origin Annihilation General solemn, with an unusual stagnation in his eyes.

This scene was so vividly rendered that all living beings in the world were forced to kneel. In the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer, regardless of friend or foe, whether human, God Clan or alien, everyone was shrouded in the Supreme pressure of "Returning to the Source," as if only Source Flow Guardian remained in the world, and all things were nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in his cycle of reincarnation.

The void roared, golden light rolled, and it seemed that only the oppressive aura of the Source Flow Guardian remained in the world. Amidst the trembling gazes of countless people, he slowly raised the spinning "Source Dao Wheel" in his hand. The golden vortex accelerated with the movement, affecting the spacetime of the entire Source of Epochless · Middle Layer.

Immediately, a voice boomed down. It was not a language that any race could understand, not runes, not ancient words, not syllables, but an "echo of the Dao" that transcended language. It had no specific words or phrases, yet it was as if billions of Daoist runes were exploding in the mind at the same time, each sound tearing a hole in the listener's sea of consciousness.

The voice was deep and ancient, as if it came from an abyss that had never begun, or as if it were the primordial resonance at the birth of the universe.

"--∴▭∞∵✧∵✧∵✧∷∷∷∵∵"...

The moment this indescribable melody was uttered, the heavens and earth changed color. The Origin Destroyer Whip of the Sourceless Hidden Army lowered in unison, and hundreds of Void Commander and countless Hidden Soldiers froze, the golden-blue Silent Profundity Mist being forcefully suppressed. The elders and disciples of the various temples almost had their hearts stop, blood gushing from their ears, eyes, noses, and mouths. Their brains could not withstand this "non-verbal" impact; their logical chains collapsed instantly, and only one clear thought remained deep within their souls:

"Returning to the source."

This was not what they understood, but rather the only concept that the melody had forcibly etched into their souls.

Throughout the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer, the storm ceased, the void solidified, and the chain of cause and effect seemed to be frozen. All living beings, whether powerful progenitors or ordinary disciples, were forced to lower their heads under the oppressive force of this inhuman language. Even for just a moment, it was as if their entire existence had been rewritten into a posture of obedience and submission.

Beneath the vast sky, all was deathly silent.

As the cry of "Sound of Return to Source" still echoed between heaven and earth, the bodies of the sixteen Void Commander and the five Supreme Commanders floated together. Peerless weapons such as the Origin Destroyer Whip, the Origin Collapse Staff, and the Origin Suppression Seal trembled in the void. The aura of the entire Sourceless Hidden Army pressed down on all living beings, almost suffocating them. Everyone thought that an unimaginable World Extinguisher war was about to break out.

However, at that very moment, Source Flow Guardian slowly raised the "Source Dao Wheel" in his hand. In that instant, the golden Supreme vortex burst forth, illuminating the entire Source of Epochless · Middle Layer like a sun exploding. The remaining tens of thousands of Dao Shadow Soldiers and hundreds of commanders were instantly swallowed by the golden light. They roared, struggled, and released Dao Flame, but they had no power to resist. In the blink of an eye, they were all drawn behind Source Flow Guardian, transforming into a huge golden army formation, standing neatly behind the vortex, like surrendered ghosts, silent and cold.

The Sourceless Hidden Army was startled. The sixteen commanders and five supreme commanders all drew their weapons, ready to fight, but upon seeing the opponent's action, their expressions froze. It was a silent declaration: this battle will not take place here.

Immediately afterwards, Source Flow Guardian slowly raised his head, a halo of gold and silver rotating slowly above him. His gaze seemed to pierce through the end of time and space, looking down over the entire Source of Epochless · Middle Layer. At that moment, everyone held their breath, feeling as if they were being examined one by one by some irresistible force, their souls being searched, their destinies being revealed, and all the secrets in their hearts being exposed under this Supreme gaze.

He seemed to be looking for someone.

As the golden light swept across the area, from the Eternal Extreme Sacred Hall to the Dawn Cloud First Hall, from the Imperial Radiance Divine Lineage to the Crimson Martial Hall, from the sky to the wasteland, all the billions of living beings in the middle layer trembled, knelt, cried out, and their souls almost completely collapsed under this gaze.

However, after searching for a long time, Source Flow Guardian still could not find the target he was looking for. The golden halo slowly dimmed, Supreme vortex gradually subsided.

Just when everyone thought they were about to be annihilated on the spot, Source Flow Guardian suddenly waved his hand, carrying all the remaining Dao Shadow Soldier and commanders. The vast golden military formation behind him trembled and transformed into a long golden river that pierced through the void.

The next breath--

Boom boom boom!

The void in the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer was torn open, and an indescribably huge golden rift appeared as if the sky had collapsed. Source Flow Guardian and the legion behind him plunged into it without warning. The entire legion instantly disappeared into the abyss of nothingness and vanished without a trace.

The world returned to deathly silence, leaving only a void charred black by the golden light, seemingly reminding the world that a terrifying force beyond comprehension had once descended upon this place.

Even after Source Flow Guardian led the remaining Dao Shadow Soldier Legion into the void, the commanders of the Sourceless Hidden Army maintained their orderly formation. The sixteen Void Commander and the five Supreme Commanders stood silently in the sky, their Limitless Evolving True Flow twisting like the dark tides of billions of stars, but at this moment, they made no further moves.

Dead silence.

This deathly silence did not stem from their indifference, but from an unprecedented sense of oppression.

The Sourceless Hidden Army originally possessed the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme, upholding the profound "Nullification" philosophy of Source of Epochless · Deep Layer, regarding all enemies as Annihilation as dust, and never retreating or hesitating. However, today, under the golden vortex of that Source Flow Guardian, they felt an inescapable pressure of fate.

One of the commanders, Void Code One, wielded the Chaotic Source Hammer in both arms, which could Shatter Cause at any moment. However, at this moment, his arms trembled slightly, his chaotic aura stagnated, and a rare crack appeared deep within his head, which was a mass of chaotic gray mist, as if his will had been forcibly broken by the golden light just now.

Another Void Code Thirteen, the Origin Locking Ring buzzed around its body. The runes on the ring were clearly meant to seal space and time, but now it trembled, as if it were defending itself, as if the golden halo from before had left an indelible mark on the depths of its soul.

For the first time, the supreme rulers looked at each other.

The Silent Profundity Mist surrounding them surged, yet none of them dared to take another step. Each supreme commander was capable of Annihilation an army, but at this moment, faced with that aura of "Supreme origin," they instinctively remained silent, without even attempting to probe the void.

They found out.

That was something beyond their reach.

At this moment, the entire Thousand- Sourceless Hidden Army stood as silent as statues, their presence pervading the Source of Epochless, encompassing billions of miles of heaven and earth. Yet, there was not a trace of clamor, not a trace of aura, only a chilling truth that terrified all living beings:

Even the Sourceless Hidden Army was forced to remain silent.

This scene left the survivors of the various temples and tribes almost speechless.

Countless disciples, elders, and even the progenitor stared intently at the silent legion in the sky. Their hearts felt as if nails were driven into the void, depriving them of even their breath. Many knelt on the ground, their foreheads shattering against the void stones, their mouths trembling as they whispered:

"The Sourceless Hidden Army... they're all... not moving..."

Even they... are afraid...

"What... what exactly is that...?"

The atmosphere in the world was extremely oppressive.

The Sourceless Hidden Army stood in the void, like a silent Black Sea, standing still above the sky. Their figures and the aura of nothingness intertwined, as if they had merged with the spatial rift in the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer, gazing at the rift in the void where the Source Flow Guardian had disappeared.

At that moment, the same thought simultaneously arose in everyone's mind—

The Source of Epochless · Middle Layer is truly no longer safe.

The deathly silence that had lingered for a full half hour was finally broken by a tiny ripple. The thousand-strong army of the Sourceless Hidden Army, suspended in the sky, along with the sixteen Void Commander and five Supreme Commanders, slowly blurred in the silence, their figures as if they had never existed, intertwining with the Limitless Evolving True Flow and gradually merging into the void. In the blink of an eye, the dark torrent that had once suppressed heaven and earth completely dissipated, leaving only an empty sky.

At this moment, the survivors of countless temples, clans, and sects in the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer still stood frozen in place, their eyes blank and their hearts trembling. Their Soul Sea and consciousness seemed to still retain that indelible sense of oppression—the trace left by the confrontation between the Sourceless Hidden Army and the Source Flow Guardian. No one spoke, no one dared to make a sound, only the desolate and broken heavens and earth howled.

Finally, the remaining progenitors slowly descended, their auras long since faded, their aged faces bearing deep weariness. The progenitor of the Dawn Cloud First Hall spoke first, his voice hoarse yet resolute. "Everyone... those of us who are still alive must act immediately to stabilize our foundations and restore the destroyed areas. If we do not rebuild the Source of Epochless · Middle Layer, when the next cataclysm arrives, we will have nowhere to even breathe."

The patriarch of the Imperial Radiance Divine Lineage spread his arms, and billions of rays of light poured down like a galaxy, transforming into countless chains of restorative light that mended the cracks in the sky. His face was solemn as he whispered, "This is the shame and tragedy of my clan, but as long as the Di Yao lineage survives, we will not allow this world to fall completely."

The Celestial Ancestor of the Glazed Immortal Hall stood high in the heavens, her celestial light dimmed, her face weary yet incredibly resolute. With a wave of her hand, countless streams of glazed light rained down, transforming into spiritual springs that restored life to the earth. She spoke softly, as if comforting the ravaged lands. "The earth will surely be reborn, Source of Epochless will not perish because of darkness."

The Blood Ancestor of the Crimson Martial Hall burned his own lifespan with blood flames, condensing them into protective barriers that were rebuilt around the shattered city. His aura was like a candle flickering in the wind, yet he still roared, "Younger generations! Rise! This land still stands, your home still stands! Weeping is meaningless; only continued fighting will suffice!"

The Ancestor Realm experts of the Profound Frost Sacred Hall and the Eternal Night Observatory Pavilion joined forces, unleashing countless laws of ice sealing and nighttime restoration to seal the void rifts that were about to collapse, gradually stabilizing the space of Source of Epochless.

At this moment, the surviving disciples of the various temples finally recovered from their fear and shock. Looking at their destroyed homes, tears welled in their eyes, but they gritted their teeth and began to rebuild brick by brick, following the instructions of their ancestors.

The Source of Epochless · Middle Layer was now a battlefield engulfed in blood, fire, and ruins. Countless corpses and ashes scattered with the wind, and the aura of blood and destruction lingered for a long time. But amidst the ruins, a new light was igniting—the indomitable will of all living beings.

The progenitors did not voice their deepest fear: would the mysterious and powerful being who retreated today return in the future?