Beneath the World Tree in the Qing Xuan Realm.
The restrained aura around Ming Xin slowly receded like the tide.
He slowly opened his eyes. No longer did they hold dazzling divine light; instead, they contained a profound, tranquil simplicity, as though endless void and evolution lay within them.
The principles of reality and illusion intertwined and collided within his eyes, giving rise to vast expanses of nothingness and an indescribable sensation.
One lost track of time in seclusion, but he could sense that his transformation had initially been completed.
The core of the Primordial Dao Fruit, the new framework it had constructed, had already stabilized.
Though there was still a long road ahead before he could truly achieve "Primordial Beginning, all phenomena return to their source," his control over power and understanding of laws were no longer what they had once been.
In particular, his comprehension of the concept of "nothingness" had deepened even further.
The aura around him seemed to undergo reincarnation and transformation, from nothingness to its zenith, then from its zenith to its end. The three thousand Great Daos boiled and revolved, as though the principles of the world had been grasped in his hand.
He had a feeling that if he faced Garm's Mark of Nirvana again, he might not need to take such risks or merge so deeply with the Creation Origin. He could deal with it in a far more ingenious manner.
With a shift of thought, he did not use any divine ability. He merely raised one finger lightly.
A faint trace of the wandering law of Destruction before his fingertip was silently erased, as though wiped away by an invisible eraser. It vanished without causing the slightest ripple.
It was as though it had never existed to begin with, nothing more