madnovel Chapter 1090 His rules are the rules of the world
Chapter 1090 His rules are the rules of the world
The dark purple demonic shadow suddenly contracted, transforming into a demonic mark filled with resentment, which was fiercely branded into the void in front of Xuanwu before completely dissipating.
"deep……"
Xuanwu trembled as he was provoked by this final address, his eyes filled with a mixture of humiliation and madness.
His teeth were clenched so hard they were grinding together, and a thick, almost tangible black aura spread uncontrollably from the depths of his eyes.
His aura became cold and eerie.
With no way out, the road ahead is Xuanjue's purge and his colleagues' contempt.
The threat from the demon race is like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.
"Xuan Jue...you forced me to this!" Xuan Wu roared inwardly.
The last trace of hesitation in his eyes was replaced by a ruthless determination to go all in.
His hands, concealed by the wide sleeves of his robe, rapidly formed an extremely ancient hand seal.
The dormant power within him began to surge forth in a sacrificial manner, silently pouring into the core depths of the observatory.
"Buzz!"
A dark, deep, jet-black beam of light suddenly shot silently into the sky from the center of the observatory!
The beam of light pierced through the palace, ignoring spatial distance, and shot towards the forbidden land deep within the Sky-Patrolling Continent, which was sealed by layers of demonic energy.
"In the name of my 'Underworld' Lord, I hereby command—"
"Netherworld Demon Army, set off immediately!"
"Target: Tianyuan City!"
"Demons have corrupted all living beings, and will raze this land to the ground! Unleash... the wrath of the Cloudwing Clan!"
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The eighth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.
Zhang Yuan sat cross-legged on the scorched earth.
After Kuiyan left, the wilderness returned to silence.
The dark red sky hung low, and remnants of demonic energy still slowly flowed through the cracks in the ground.
But Zhang Yuan's attention was no longer on that.
His mind sank into the deepest part of his consciousness.
The golden light left behind by Emperor Jun Tianzun was hovering in the center of his sea of consciousness.
The golden light slowly rotated, each rotation emitting endless patterns of laws.
Those patterns are not words, not images, not any form that can be directly captured by the senses.
They are traces of the Tao.
It is the entire law of the universe from its birth to its extinction, compressed into the purest information.
Zhang Yuan's mind touched the outer edge of that golden light.
In an instant, a flood of information rushed into my consciousness.
Too fast.
Too dense.
His mind was stretched to its limit in that instant, and the excruciating pain felt like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.
But he did not back down.
The Chaos Furnace operates automatically, categorizing and sorting the flood of information that pours in.
power.
The primordial power system unfolded slowly before him like an inverted pyramid.
The lowest level is spiritual energy.
The most fundamental primordial energy between heaven and earth.
Above spiritual power lies true essence.
The product of a cultivator refining spiritual energy into their body and imprinting it with their own mark.
Above True Essence are the Laws.
Cultivators begin to touch upon the laws governing the universe, integrating these laws into their power.
Above the laws lies the origin.
Instead of relying on the power of heaven and earth, we trace the origin of power.
Above the origin is the Heavenly Way.
They are no longer users of power, but creators of power and rule-makers.
Layer upon layer, clearly distinct.
A sense of clarity, indescribable as it welled up within Zhang Yuan.
He had cultivated in the primordial world for many years, experienced countless battles, and broken through to the brink of life and death countless times, but no one had ever systematically presented the entire power system to him like this.
The Heavenly Palace's inheritance is not a single skill or a single supernatural power.
It is a map.
A complete map that guides cultivators from the lowest level of spiritual power all the way to the pinnacle of the Heavenly Dao.
Zhang Yuan subconsciously compared this map with the Great Qin Heritage he had cultivated.
At first, it was a pleasant surprise. The power system of the Qin Dynasty and the primordial world system bore a striking resemblance.
It's not a superficial similarity, but a similarity at the core.
Methods of refining spiritual power.
The circulation path of true essence.
Methods for understanding the principles.
In many details, the legacy of the Qin Dynasty is even more exquisite than that of the prehistoric era.
The techniques Zhang Yuan had practiced since childhood, and the skills he had honed on the battlefields of the Nine Provinces, all resonated here.
Like two streams that originated from the melting snow of the same mountain, after millions of years of flowing separately, they can still find the same patterns on their riverbeds.
But as the comparison deepened, Zhang Yuan's brows furrowed more and more.
fracture.
Too many breaks.
There are many places in the Qin Dynasty's legacy that should connect to the next level, but instead abruptly end.
It felt like flipping through an ancient scroll, with clear writing in the first half and large blank spaces in the second half.
Some blank spaces have been torn out.
Some blank spaces have been blurred out.
Much of the blank space is due to the paper itself decaying, with the words on it turning to dust over time.
The path beyond the sacred realm left almost no record in the Qin Dynasty.
There are only a few scattered words about the application of the origin.
There isn't even a single word about the rules of Heaven.
Zhang Yuan recalled the cultivation level of the Great Qin Nine Provinces being suppressed to the Grandmaster realm, the cultivation methods that had mysteriously disappeared, and the vague and incomplete passages in those ancient books.
He suddenly understood something.
This is the change and destruction caused by millions of years.
They are of the same origin.
But one path has been preserved intact, passed down from generation to generation, with people constantly climbing to higher places.
The other path, however, has been repeatedly broken, suppressed, and forgotten.
Every break in the transmission of knowledge is a loss of knowledge.
Every act of suppression is a severing of the root.
Millions of years later, when the two sets of traditions met again, the one from the Qin Dynasty was riddled with holes and completely unrecognizable.
Zhang Yuan's mind shifted from the comparison to a deeper question.
How are laws born?
Jin Guang provided an answer.
Instead of using words, let him see it directly.
He witnessed the moment the universe was first created.
From the chaos, the first law was born.
That wasn't created by anyone.
The regularity arises from the movement of chaos itself.
The pattern, repeated countless times, condenses into a law.
The laws evolved continuously, giving rise to more complex laws.
Like the rings of a tree, layer upon layer.
Ultimately, this formed the complete Dao.
How does the origin function?
He saw the very core of the primordial world.
It was a boundless golden ocean.
Every wave of the ocean is a manifestation of a law.
Countless laws intertwine, collide, and merge here, forming the underlying logic of how the world operates.
The so-called "control over the origin" that practitioners talk about is not actually control.
It's about integration.
It is about resonating one's will with the primordial ocean, thereby guiding the power of the primordial source to one's own use.
The stronger the resonance, the greater the power it can guide.
The Supreme Celestial Being is able to imprint this resonance forever within the Ocean of Origin.
From then on, his will became the will of Heaven.
His rules are the rules of the world.
Zhang Yuan took a deep breath.
The torrent of information in his mind was still churning, but he was no longer passively receiving it.
He began to actively analyze and compare the primordial system with the Qin Dynasty's heritage, rebuilding a bridge in his heart. (End of Chapter)