335: Chapter 335 Stepping onto the Land of True Origin, the Nameless Heavenly Stele Inscribes the Primordial Beginning

"Peeling away layers of rotten mud, I've finally seen the cleanest foundation of this Universe. Since I'm here, I might as well go in and see if this primitive mud can be molded into some little toys that suit my fancy."

Zhou Wannian's voice, carrying an air of extreme leisure,

spread out quite plainly before this grand, indescribable, and entirely transparent gate.

There was no world-shaking shout.

There was no defensive posture as if facing a great enemy.

He simply and casually withdrew his hands, which had been clasped behind his back.

His faded azure robe

fluttered loudly in the Void Realm after the Sea of Karma had dissipated, blown by the invisible breath of the inner universe.

He slightly tilted his chin.

His eyes, deep as an ancient well, swirled with one hundred and eight golden time dao patterns as he quietly gazed at this "Gate of True Origin."

This gate

had no keyhole and no latch.

It was like an incredibly smooth cosmic membrane condensed from the pure concept of "nothingness."

Zhou Wannian took steady, relaxed steps.

The Great Perfection Space Law operated thunderously beneath his feet.

His tall, slender azure figure walked toward that transparent membrane with an unhurried pace, as if strolling through a garden.

"Hum."

The moment his body

contacted that Gate of True Origin for a ten-thousandth of an instant,

an incredible spectacle unfolded.

There was no deafening sound of space shattering.

There was no energy storm caused by Law rejection.

The translucent glazed barrier on Zhou Wannian's body—perfectly and self-consistently constructed by the Great Five Elements Illusory World Art—

at this moment, produced a mysterious resonance with that transparent giant gate.

This was not a confrontation,

but rather a conceptual intersection of two "Perfect Worlds."

Zhou Wannian's inner universe

was an "Existence" that had completed its own logical closed loop amidst endless variables.

And this Realm of True Origin

was an absolute "Nothingness" that nurtured all possibilities but had yet to begin any evolution.

The collision of "Existence" and "Nothingness"

was like a full droplet of water naturally merging into a vast, boundless, and calm lake surface.

*Sssk—*

A very faint sound, like silk being sliced open by an incredibly sharp thread,

rang out clearly in Zhou Wannian's ears.

His tall azure figure

did not encounter even the slightest bit of resistance.

Smoothly and seamlessly, he passed directly through that transparent cosmic membrane.

Crossing the end of the Sea of Karma,

he completely stepped into the true birthplace of this Great Primordial Void—the Realm of True Origin!

The world behind the gate

suddenly opened up.

But this openness subverted all common knowledge of immortal cultivators.

Here,

there was no sky.

There was no earth.

There were no mountains or rivers.

Even the most basic physical phenomena, such as light, color, and sound, did not exist.

Zhou Wannian's feet

stepped onto an extremely peculiar medium that could not be described in words.

This medium

was neither soft nor hard, neither cold nor hot.

It was like a "Primitive Embryonic Membrane" that had not yet been endowed with any attributes.

Looking as far as the eye could see,

the entire Realm of True Origin was filled with a pure, "chaotic grayish-white" that lacked any Impurities.

This was not the deathly grayish-white produced by the Law of death in the outside world.

Rather, it was a "Primal Color" full of infinite vitality, containing the initial state of all cosmic Daos.

In this grayish-white space,

countless currents of air in various shapes floated, emitting a faint glow.

Some currents were spiral-shaped, while others were like a tangled mess.

These

were "primal origin mud."

They had no fixed form and no fixed Law attributes.

They were the most primitive "Materials" of this Universe before the initial Big Bang, before the differentiation of Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, time, and space.

If one were to casually crush a clump and throw it outside, it would automatically evolve into a Middle Thousand Worlds with a complete ecological cycle within a single breath.

Such divine objects of creation, which could drive any Creator to madness,

were as common as roadside weeds here.

Zhou Wannian stood quietly in this grayish-white space.

He was in no hurry to collect that primal origin mud.

For a creation True God like him, whose inner universe had reached Great Perfection and was a world unto itself, these Materials were precious but merely the icing on the cake.

His deep gaze pierced through the layers of Chaos air currents,

looking toward the very core of this Realm of True Origin.

There,

stood a gray stone monument so massive that its height and width were impossible to calculate.

This monument

was crafted entirely from an unknown substance even more ancient and pure than primal origin mud.

The surface of the monument

had no divine or demonic totems engraved on it,

nor any Great Dao inscriptions written upon it.

It was as smooth as a mirror, so sleek that it induced a heartfelt sense of trepidation.

This

was the ultimate creation that suppressed the underlying logic of the Great Primordial Void—the Wordless Heavenly Monument!

All Laws,

all Karma,

and all cycles of life, death, and Reincarnation

would ultimately leave a faint trace of their own on this stone monument.

But the monument itself

remained forever in a state of absolute emptiness—neither increasing nor decreasing, neither tainted nor pure.

Zhou Wannian looked at that Wordless Heavenly Monument.

On his handsome and easygoing face, a bright, faint smile appeared, revealing a hint of delight at finding something worthy of his interest.

Zhou Wannian's voice was steady, as if he were evaluating an extremely rare, top-tier canvas, as he whispered to himself, "The Wordless Heavenly Monument? Not even a single character—it is quite clean. However, there is no such thing as absolute emptiness in this world. Since it is a monument, something must be left behind, so as not to have come here in vain."

He took steady, relaxed steps,

treading upon that strange Primitive Embryonic Membrane.

With his hands casually clasped behind his back, his azure robes fluttered loudly in the grayish-white space.

As if strolling through a garden,

he walked unhurriedly toward that unimaginably massive Wordless Heavenly Monument.

With every step he took,

the surrounding floating primal origin mud would be pulled by the immense mass of his inner universe, submissively moving aside to automatically clear a wide path for him.

He encountered no obstacles,

nor did he face any rejection from the Laws.

Zhou Wannian calmly walked right up to the base of the Wordless Heavenly Monument.

Standing before this stone monument, which was massive enough to take one's breath away,

his tall, slender figure was not even comparable to a speck of dust.

But this did not diminish the supreme dominance he radiated—the aura of one who controlled the heavens and looked down upon eternity.

Zhou Wannian slightly tilted his chin.

His eyes, deep as an ancient well, quietly gazed at the mirror-smooth gray surface of the monument.

Zhou Wannian spoke with an easygoing tone and a natural composure, saying calmly, "Since the previous master of this Universe couldn't even manage to carve a name, then today, this monument belongs to me. The rules of this Great Primordial Void should be rewritten by someone else."

He did not form any hand seals,

nor did he draw the primal beginning questioning sword from his inner universe.

He simply and normally withdrew his right hand from behind his back.

Pressing his index and middle fingers together to form a sword finger,

he pointed toward the indestructible Wordless Heavenly Monument, which was said to be beyond the ability of even a Creator to leave a mark upon.

He pointed forward quite plainly.

"Hum!"

The Great Five Elements Illusory World Art

erupted at this moment to an unprecedented Peak.

One hundred and eight time dao patterns, brilliant as blazing suns, instantly condensed at Zhou Wannian's fingertip into a singular ultimate Dao singularity the size of a mustard seed, radiating a five-colored glazed luster.

The absolute destruction of the Great Perfection Space Collapse,

the ultimate purification of the Great Perfection Five Elements Disintegration,

and the ruthless stripping of the Great Perfection Time Reversal—

three supreme Law powers were perfectly fused within this single finger.

This was a finger through which Zhou Wannian poured out the entire mass and logic of his perfect inner universe without reservation.

*Chiii—*

A very faint yet extremely clear sound of friction rang out abruptly in this absolutely silent Realm of True Origin.

An incredible scene of creation unfolded upon the Wordless Heavenly Monument!

The five-colored glazed Sword Intent singularity,

at the ten-thousandth of an instant it touched the gray stone surface,

did not cause any deafening energy explosion.

Instead, like the sharpest engraving tool in existence, it smoothly pierced into that ancient stone monument, which was said to be indestructible for ten thousand kalpas.

Immediately following,

Zhou Wannian's sword finger began to move across the monument's surface slowly but with absolute firmness.

*Shua... Shua...*

As his fingertip slid,

upon the mirror-smooth Wordless Heavenly Monument,

stone chips flew!

The gray stone dust, representing the most primitive logic of the Universe, was instantly transformed into brilliant light by the power of Five Elements Disintegration and scattered into the Void Realm.

Zhou Wannian's handsome face showed not the slightest hint of exertion.

His expression remained as composed as ever,

his breathing steady and long.

It was as if he were not engraving the ultimate divine monument that suppressed the Universe,

but was instead casually wielding a brush in his own study.

After only half a stick of incense's time,

Zhou Wannian slowly withdrew his right hand

and casually dusted off the sleeves of his azure robe.

The five-colored divine light in his deep eyes gradually withdrew, returning to an absolute, crystal-clear calm.

He slightly raised his head,

looking at the massive stone monument that had been empty but was now forcibly engraved with three bold, sweeping ancient seal characters with vigorous strokes.

Zhou Wannian.

These three characters—

every stroke and every line

contained the Great Perfection Five Elements Laws and time dao patterns,

radiating an absolute dominance that transcended all rules and stood supreme!

A faint smile, extremely relaxed and filled with endless composure, curled at the corners of Zhou Wannian's mouth.

Zhou Wannian's voice was steady, carrying a natural sense of control, as he softly remarked, "The calligraphy is passable. Since my name is engraved upon it, this Universe shall henceforth be considered the back garden of my inner universe. If anyone dares to ignore the rules and scavenge for trash or suck blood on my territory again... this monument will be their fate."