106: Chapter 106 The Eraser of the Universe

That invisible giant hand was the physical manifestation of pure predatory will.

It ignored physics and bypassed laws, having only one goal—the supreme core of the "Heavenly Dao," forged from billions of souls and the world's origin.

"Fairy Yunshang!"

The surviving player leader, "Outlaw Zhang San," reacted almost instantly. His eyes nearly split with rage as he roared that name.

Looking across the entire world, there was no one else with such ambition and calculation, capable of laying down such a Heaven-Stealing Array right under everyone's noses on the final battlefield, except for that woman who had been hiding behind the scenes from the very beginning!

She wasn't a lackey of the Evil God; she intended to scheme against both the Evil God and the New God simultaneously, becoming the ultimate victor who reaps the spoils!

"Realizing it only now? Too late."

A cold, clear, yet morbidly fanatical female voice echoed through every inch of the space covered by the array.

The voice didn't come from a specific location but seeped out from every line of that sinister array. It was as if this God-Stealing Array covering the entire Guixu was an extension of her will, her greedy mouthparts.

"This world is decayed and inefficient. The so-called God Prison is nothing more than the incompetent wailing of losers from the previous era."

"You Anomalies from beyond the heavens are chaotic and disorderly—the tumors of this world."

"And that Evil God... is pure destruction, devoid of any sense of beauty."

Fairy Yunshang's voice carried no emotion, as if she were reading a pre-written thesis on the order of a new world.

"Only absolute order is eternal truth. I shall replace it, wielding the world's authority, purging all errors, and formatting all redundancies. Then, this realm will become a perfect, precise machine that never makes a mistake."

"And all of you will become the final, insignificant step on my staircase to godhood."

The moment her words fell, the invisible giant hand suddenly exerted its power!

“Hum——!!!”

The Light of Creation flickered violently. At its core, the thousands of shifting faces showed an expression of pain for the first time.

The newly born order, under the backlash of the deepest malice of the old order, was actually in danger of being usurped and contaminated!

"Keep dreaming your damn pipe dreams!"

A roar erupted, not from any player leader, but directly from the core of the "Heavenly Dao"!

The face belonging to "Life-Bargaining First Person - War God Number One" suddenly became clear on the surface of the light sphere. His brows were furrowed in anger, just like the arrogance he displayed when launching a charge in life.

"We bargained our lives until our accounts were deleted just to trade for this cosmic-view property for our Ancestor. You think you can just waltz in and pick the fruits of our labor, you bitch? Have you asked our fists first!"

One word spoken, ten thousand souls responded!

In an instant, within the core of the light sphere, those millions of faces belonging to players opened their eyes simultaneously!

There was no shock, no pain—only a pure, extreme fury from having their bottom line crossed!

It was a collective will of "I worked my ass off to conquer this territory, how can I let the likes of you touch it!"

They might joke and curse, they might banter and play around, but when it came to protecting the fruits of victory they had personally created, their will was unified like never before!

"Get lost!!!"

A single word, yet it was a single syllable roared at the same instant by millions of souls in different voices!

This sound turned into a nuclear explosion of the mental world!

The invisible giant hand trying to tighten its grip on the Heavenly Dao core was actually forced to a halt by the impact of this berserk will, and countless cracks began to spread across the giant hand!

"A bunch of... brutes!"

For the first time, a ripple appeared in Fairy Yunshang's voice—it was annoyance, and also incomprehension.

Her "God-Stealing Array" was the pinnacle of logic, the art of rules. She could not understand how this pure, irrational "will" could shake the legal formulas she had meticulously calculated!

But the newborn "Heavenly Dao" gave her no chance to continue thinking.

At the core of that Light of Creation, that blurry humanoid silhouette slowly, and for the first time, made a complete movement.

He raised his hand.

It wasn't the hand of Ancestor Lu Bei, nor was it the hand of any player.

It was a hand composed of light, yet it seemed to reflect the entire world, encompassing all concepts.

The moment the palm was raised, all survivors on the battlefield, whether players or local cultivators, felt their souls being gently lifted. An unspeakable sense of grandeur, of being one with the entire world, arose spontaneously.

The New God, for the first and only time, exercised his authority.

He didn't go to attack the sinister array spread across the land, nor did he crush Fairy Yunshang's will.

He simply took that glowing hand and, as if wiping a piece of dusty glass, lightly brushed it across the "black sun" in the sky that was still screaming in pain and trying to break free from the light's suppression.

There was no sound.

There was no explosion.

There was no collision or annihilation of energy.

It was as if time itself had the delete key pressed under that swipe.

That "black sun," representing the projection of the Outer Realm Evil God's true body—that terrifying existence that distorted all physical laws and caused all living beings' SAN values to plummet—just... disappeared.

It wasn't defeated, it wasn't sealed; it was "erased."

As if it had never existed.

As if this sky was always meant to be this blue and clear.

Every trace of the Evil God's existence, all the pollution it brought, every inch of space it distorted... were all smoothed out, corrected, and "restored" to the world's most original and correct form under that single swipe.

The eraser of the universe.

With a gentle wave, it erased an incomprehensible, invincible ultimate error.

This was the power of the "Heavenly Dao."

It didn't care about the process; it only gave the result.

"No... Impossible..."

Fairy Yunshang's horrified scream rang out between heaven and earth for the first and last time.

All her plans were built on the premise of the "New God and Evil God both suffering heavy losses."

But she never dreamed that this "God-Slaying" battle, which she thought should be incredibly tragic, would end in such an understated manner after the birth of the New God.

Her host was gone.

Her chessboard had been flipped.

And the "New Heavenly Dao," having finished all this, finally turned his blurry face composed of all living beings slowly toward the ground.

That gaze fell upon the "God-Stealing Array" that was still operating frantically.

In that gaze, there was no anger, only a cold indifference akin to a "system administrator" looking at "virus code."

He raised that glowing hand again and pressed down lightly toward the ground.

"Format."

Two words—a command that the world must obey, a decree of the Heavenly Dao.

“Boom——!!!”

In an instant, all the lines of that God-Stealing Array, composed of endless occult runes, lost their luster, fading from the deepest ink-black to the most harmless ash-white.

All the energy, all the laws, and all the imprints of Fairy Yunshang's will that made up the array were forcibly stripped and decomposed under this pressure, restored to the most basic, attribute-less world origin power, slowly merging back into this scarred land.

A shocking conspiracy thus vanished into thin air.

And in the distant void layer, atop the obsidian throne.

Fairy Yunshang's perfect body shattered inch by inch like a weathered sand sculpture, turning into the finest particles.

But her soul was not erased; instead, it was forcibly pulled from those particles by an irresistible force and compressed into a "data seed" that flickered with countless logic runes but was otherwise dead silent.

Within this seed, there was no longer any consciousness of Fairy Yunshang, only her ultimate obsession with "absolute order."

The New Heavenly Dao didn't "delete" her because her existence was already deeply bound to certain underlying laws of the old world.

He simply "formatted" her, turning this most dangerous "virus" into a dormant, harmless piece of "discarded code" and tossing it into the depths of the sea of world laws.

Perhaps billions of years later, this code would be reactivated by some opportunity, but that would be another story for the new era.

...

The war was over.

When the sky completely cleared, and the first ray of warm, unpolluted sunlight pierced through the clouds and spilled onto the ruins of Guixu, all the survivors were still in a state of immense, surreal daze.

They had won.

In a way that was far beyond imagination—both tragic and absurd.

"Outlaw Zhang San" took off his glasses and rubbed his sore eyes hard; the tear stains under the lenses had long since dried.

He looked at the surviving comrades around him, standing or sitting with various expressions. He looked into the distance at the local cultivators like Ninth Prince Ji Haoyue and Sword Saint Gui Chen, who looked lost and as if their worldviews had been shattered. Finally, he turned his gaze toward the sky.

That Light of Creation, having completed the final "cleanup," had become incredibly thin, slowly merging into the laws of heaven and earth of the entire world, leaving no trace.

The Ancestor, or rather, the new "World Will," had taken his place.

He no longer had a personal will, but had turned into the most impartial, underlying "game rules," silently guarding this world that he and they had saved and created together.

In the dead silence after the disaster, someone spoke first, their voice raspy and bewildered.

"What... should we do next?"

Indeed, what should they do?

The greatest enemy was gone, the final mission was completed, and the Ancestor had "ascended."

Was this game... beaten?

"What should we do?"

"Immovable as a Mountain," that tower-like man, slowly stood up straight. He patted away non-existent dust from his body, looked around at this land soaked in blood and sacrifice, and grinned, revealing a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Go home."

"And build a goddamn brand-new home."