322: Chapter 322 The Realm of Absolute Truth and Axiom Judgment

The ultimate bronze gate, emitting a piercing white light and leading to an unknown dimension, closed silently behind Zhou Wannian, before transforming into countless streaks of dark-gold light and completely dissipating into nothingness.

The moment he crossed that threshold, Zhou Wannian felt no pull from spatial teleportation, nor did he experience the turbulence of time. Everything happened with extreme smoothness, as if lifting a very thin beaded curtain and stepping directly from a dark, damp basement into a magnificent, spotless, and radiant hall.

However, this was no real hall.

The instant Zhou Wannian's feet touched the ground, his eyes, deep as ancient wells, were met with a fantastical scene so shocking it could be said to have overturned all sensory perceptions of a carbon-based lifeform.

There was no sky here, nor was there earth in the traditional sense.

Beneath his feet was a vast, boundless, pure white mirror surface, so smooth it lacked any physical friction. This mirror was not made of glass or crystal, but was condensed from highly concentrated, thoroughly materialized Space Law. The mirror surface extended infinitely outward, reflecting the incredible wonders above.

Above his head, there were no sun, moon, or stars, nor were there rolling seas of clouds. The entire vault of heaven was covered by a 3D geometric grid, so massive it had no boundaries, emitting a faint golden light.

These grids were woven from countless straight lines of light, each representing a fundamental physical Law of this world. At the nodes of the grid, numerous polyhedra of various shapes floated. There were flawless regular tetrahedrons, slowly rotating tesseracts, and strange polyhedra that constantly folded inward, transcending the limits of 3D vision.

These geometric bodies emitted a soft yet extremely cold light; they were not buildings, but the physical manifestations of certain pure concepts within this dimension.

Between this heaven and earth, there was a suffocating sense of "Absolute Order."

No breeze blew, for the flow of wind was judged as a disordered loss of energy; no sound propagated, for the vibration of sound was seen as a redundant physical variable. Everything here, from the angle of light refraction to the spacing of the spatial grid, was precise to an absolute state of perfection with countless decimal places.

This was an extreme fantasy dimension constructed entirely of mathematics, logic, and absolute axioms—the Absolute Truth Realm.

In this space, there was no violent origin mother qi like in the Taisu Origin World, nor was there any Spiritual Qi that practitioners could directly absorb. The energy of this world was locked within those geometric grids by rigorous Laws. Any foreign being who stepped into this place would have any energy within their body that did not conform to the logic of this world forcibly extracted and zeroed out in an instant.

This was a "conceptual rejection" countless times more terrifying than the toxins of the Corrupted Abyss or the assimilation of the Sea of No Return.

The first second Zhou Wannian's feet stepped onto that pure white mirror of Law.

The Absolute Order of this world keenly perceived this massive "System loophole" that completely failed to conform to its operational logic.

Zhou Wannian's faded green robe, the vivid aura of life on his body, and even his relaxed posture as he stood casually were all, in the eyes of the Absolute Truth Realm's underlying logic, extremely glaring disordered garbled code.

A Forced Assimilation Law, invisible yet grand to the extreme, acted like countless unseen scalpels, cutting toward Zhou Wannian's body from all directions. This cutting did not target flesh and blood, but only the concept of his existence. It attempted to forcibly dismantle Zhou Wannian, a living person, into basic geometric code that met the standards of this world.

Faced with such a terrifying environment that could instantly format any cross-realm titan out of existence conceptually.

Zhou Wannian's handsome face still did not show even the slightest hint of panic or disturbance. He did not bring out any defensive Magic Treasure, nor did he condense a thick protective divine light on the surface of his body.

He simply stood in place quite normally, with his hands clasped behind his back.

Hum.

The perfectly self-consistent inner universe rules of the Great Five Elements Illusory World Art operated within Zhou Wannian's body in an extremely smooth yet absolutely domineering manner.

Within the inner universe, the massive continent of grandmist mother earth emitted a steady aura that suppressed all falsehoods; the great sea true water remained calm, absorbing all external forces of assimilation; the Primordial Gengjin veins flickered with the sword-light of order; the nine nether earth core lotus burned with the nether-fire of purification; the chaos jianmu swayed its branches and leaves, governing the entire situation. One hundred and eight clusters of time dao patterns formed an absolute closed-loop river of time in the sky.

This flawless Major Thousand Worlds had an extremely quiet yet violent collision with this Absolute Truth Realm on a physical dimension.

The Absolute Order Laws that attempted to format Zhou Wannian, the moment they touched the three-foot range around his body, were like extremely fragile glass striking an immovable piece of Primordial Divine Iron.

No energy explosion occurred.

Those external logical codes, in the face of the Great Perfection Five Elements Disintegration power of Zhou Wannian's inner universe, were directly judged as "invalid instructions." Subsequently, Great Perfection Space Law, centered on Zhou Wannian, forcibly expanded an Absolute Domain about ten feet in diameter upon this pure white mirror of Law.

Within this Domain, it was not governed by the Absolute Truth Realm, but followed only the sole will of Zhou Wannian's perfect inner universe.

Zhou Wannian's eyes, deep as ancient wells, slowly swept over this dead world filled with geometry and lines, and a very easygoing yet somewhat dull smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

Zhou Wannian's voice was steady, as if he were visiting a lifeless sculpture gallery, and he softly commented, "Erasing all variables, locking all vitality and possibilities within a cold geometric framework. This extreme practice of stifling evolution in pursuit of superficial perfection is even more uninteresting than that deformed abyss before. This place is clean, certainly, but it has also become a completely dead, magnificent tomb."

He shook his head, seemingly feeling a hint of disappointment toward this new dimension behind the door.

He took steady and relaxed steps, treading upon that Law-bound ground as smooth as a mirror, and walked forward quite casually.

With every step he took, the originally absolutely smooth white mirror surface beneath his feet rippled with tiny waves that did not conform to the physical Laws of this world, under the pressure of the inner universe's massive weight.

These ripples, in this Absolute Truth Realm that had been static for countless eons, were like a giant boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly triggering the highest-level alarm of this world's underlying logic.

In the Void Realm ahead of Zhou Wannian.

The massive 3D geometric grid above the vault of heaven suddenly erupted with a piercing, pure white light.

Over a dozen massive, perfect regular octahedrons detached from the nodes of the grid, falling straight toward Zhou Wannian's position with a cold, murderous, and terrifying pressure devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

During their fall, the geometric structures of these octahedrons began to rapidly deconstruct and reorganize.

By the time they descended to a height of a hundred zhang above the pure white mirror, those dozen or so octahedrons had transformed into over a dozen humanoid constructs, each a hundred zhang tall and made entirely of a translucent crystal material.

These humanoid constructs had no facial features; their faces were flat crystal mirrors. Their limbs exhibited perfectly streamlined geometric cuts, and each held a cylindrical Staff of Judgment ten zhang long, with no edge, condensed entirely from high-concentration order Laws.

These were the armed forces of the Absolute Truth Realm, the ultimate scavengers used by this world to clear all disordered code—the Axiom Arbitrators.

These dozen or so Axiom Arbitrators hovered in mid-air, with no heartbeats or rise and fall of breath. Their very existence was a form of extreme gravity capable of suppressing all things.

They did not open their mouths to speak; instead, they sent an incredibly grand, cold, and unquestionable conceptual broadcast directly through the underlying Law grid of this world.

This conceptual broadcast echoed around Zhou Wannian's Sea of Consciousness.

The Axiom Arbitrators coldly declared: "Unknown dimensional garbled code detected. This individual is not registered in the underlying database of this realm. The individual's movement trajectory has caused a disordered deviation of 0.001 percent in local space curvature. Judgment: Absolute Heresy. Execution protocol: Erase variables, force formatting."

There was no emotional fluctuation, no warning, and no room for negotiation.

For these arbitrators composed of pure logic, Zhou Wannian was a virus, and the only way to handle him was complete deletion.

The moment the words fell.

More than a dozen Axiom Arbitrators simultaneously raised the cylindrical Scepters of Judgment in their hands, which emitted a piercing white light.

They did not spit venom like the monsters of the Corrupted Abyss, nor did they summon lightning like the Cang Lan Divine General. Their method of attack completely transcended the scope of traditional energy attacks.

It was a dozen or so dimensional strikes known as "Axiom Verdicts."

Beams of light, invisible to the naked eye and composed entirely of pure logical instructions, shot out from the tips of the Scepters of Judgment, instantly weaving into a massive, invisible net of logic that tightly enveloped Zhou Wannian.

These logical instructions were extremely malicious and overbearing.

Some instructions attempted to forcibly modify the "mass" attribute of Zhou Wannian's Physical Body to "zero" to cause him to disintegrate instantly; some instructions tried to completely delete the "spatial coordinates" of his location to banish him forever into a non-existent nothingness; and other instructions tried to cut off the "flow" attribute of all energy within his body to bring his time to a complete standstill.

This was a terrifying method of "speaking the Law into existence," directly tampering with reality on a conceptual level. Even a supreme being who had truly mastered the means of creation would feel helpless when faced with an attack that directly modified the world's underlying code, finding themselves stripped of everything in an instant.

However.

Standing at the very center of this terrifying logical net, Zhou Wannian's expression remained as calm as water.

He did not bring out any Magic Treasure to defend himself, nor did he attempt to use any escape techniques to flee the locked-down space.

He maintained his relaxed posture with his hands behind his back, slightly tilting his chin up, his eyes deep as an ancient well calmly watching the dozen or so Axiom Arbitrators in mid-air who resembled cold sculptures, a sharp and cold sneer curling at the corners of his mouth.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady, carrying an absolute confidence of being in control of everything, as he spoke indifferently: "Modify my attributes? Delete my coordinates? You pathetic iron lumps written into a program... your understanding of power is truly mechanical enough to be laughable."

He did not form any hand seals.

The Great Five Elements Illusory World Art within his body erupted in a way that surpassed the limits of understanding of this Absolute Truth Realm.

One hundred and eight clusters of time dao patterns flowed over the surface of his body, transforming into a faint golden barrier of perfect dimensions.

An unbelievable scene of crushing power unfolded shockingly above this pure white mirror-like world.

The moment those logical instruction beams—carrying the power to tamper with reality and claiming to be able to format all heresy—touched the golden barrier on Zhou Wannian's body.

No world-shaking energy explosion occurred, nor was there any piercing radiance.

It was like a string of low-level, poor-quality code with errors trying to forcibly write itself into an ultimate Dominator machine that possessed a supreme firewall and a perfect System.

“Ding.”

An extremely crisp sound rang out, as if representing some underlying rule being ruthlessly flicked away.

The instructions attempting to reduce Zhou Wannian's mass to zero were immediately judged as a "logical conflict" and collapsed on the spot the moment they encountered the Great Perfection Space Law and the absolute mass of the grandmist mother earth.

The instructions attempting to delete his spatial coordinates were washed away by the Great Perfection Time Reversal Law, their sending time forcibly reversed, causing them to annihilate directly within the Void Realm.

Zhou Wannian's inner universe was a completely independent, self-sustaining, perfect closed loop that did not rely on any external rules. Before the absolute dominance of this inner universe, these Axiom Verdicts that the Absolute Truth Realm took such pride in were as laughably futile as an ant trying to shake a giant tree.

"Your rules are worth less than a piece of waste paper in my world."

Zhou Wannian spoke these words in a casual tone, and then, quite normally, he withdrew his right hand from the wide sleeve of his green robe.

He did not clench a fist, nor did he strike with his palm.

He just very casually snapped his fingers toward the dozen or so Axiom Arbitrators in the air, who had fallen into a brief crash due to the failure of their logical attacks.

“Snap.”

An extremely crisp snapping sound echoed abruptly in this absolutely silent Truth Realm.

This was no ordinary sound wave, but rather the Great Perfection Five Elements Disintegration power and the Great Perfection Space Collapse Law being compressed to the extreme at Zhou Wannian's fingertips, erupting into an irreversible dimensional crushing vibration.

This vibration swept over the dozen or so Axiom Arbitrators in mid-air with a terrifying speed that exceeded the speed of light.

An unbelievable scene of erasure played out silently under the sky filled with geometric architecture.

In the ten-thousandth of a second that those dozen or so indestructible crystal constructs, said to be forged from high concentrations of Order Laws, were swept by this vibration.

No explosion occurred.

Starting from their heads, the underlying logical code within their flawless geometric bodies was ruthlessly disassembled and crushed.

“Crack, crack, crack.”

A continuous series of extremely subtle cracking sounds rang out.

These dozen or so Axiom Arbitrators, sufficient to make the multiverse tremble, disintegrated in mid-air like exquisite ice sculptures shattered by a heavy hammer. Their bodies transformed into hundreds of millions of tiny, pure white geometric crystal fragments.

Losing all support from power and Laws, these fragments fell like a magnificent yet silent hail onto the mirror-smooth white ground below, making crisp clattering sounds before turning into pools of meaningless dead water.

An instant kill.

A true, absolute crushing on the level of rules and dimensions.

It was effortless and clean to the extreme.

Zhou Wannian slowly withdrew his right hand and casually dusted off the sleeve of his green robe, his expression as composed as ever, as if he had just flicked away a few specks of dust that had landed on his shoulder.

He ignored the fragments on the ground and instead slightly raised his head, his deep gaze crossing a great distance to look into the deepest depths of this Absolute Truth Realm.

There, at the very center of the massive 3D geometric grid covering the sky, stood an indescribably huge White Sky-Reaching Tower that seemed to pierce through the entire dimension.

That tower emitted an ultimate pressure of order that was countless times more terrifying than these arbitrators. It was like the central processor of this world, coldly controlling everything.

Zhou Wannian looked at the tower, a faint smile of leisure curling at the corners of his mouth.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady, carrying a natural composure, as he spoke indifferently: "Having dealt with a few floor-sweeping robots meant for clearing trash, it seems I've alerted the owner of this house. Since the rules of this place are so rigid, I shall pay a visit to that tower and see if I can help them completely format this stagnant System."

He did not linger any longer.

With his hands behind his back again, his green robe fluttering elegantly.

Zhou Wannian took steady and relaxed steps, treading upon the mirror-like ground of Laws as if strolling through a courtyard, unhurriedly walking toward the White Sky-Reaching Tower at the center of the world.