Chapter 1097 - 497: A New Dao!

Chapter 497

This is... the true "formatting"!

He is actively, thoroughly abandoning that old "self"!

The old shell is peeling away, and a new "existence" is being nurtured from within!

Soon, that sacred Daoist Body, representing "perfect order," completely disintegrated, leaving only a mass of indescribable, constantly writhing and changing... gray "substance" in its place.

That mass of substance at times transforms into human form, at times into dragon form, sometimes becomes an ancient tree rooted in nothingness, and at other times it disperses into a boundless nebula... It continuously illustrates the "potentiality" of all things, yet it never maintains a fixed form.

"What... What is this thing?!"

The will of the "Throat of Chaos," for the first time, felt a chill from the depths of its soul!

From that gray mass, it sensed an aura so overwhelming that it shivered! It was a "Dao" far beyond its understanding of "chaos," more primordial, older, more... inexplicable!

If the "Throat of Chaos" represents "chaos where anything is possible."

Then this mass of substance represents "the entity that encompasses all possibilities... itself"!

At this moment, the gray mass finally ceased its transformation.

It slowly re-formed into the semblance of "Dao Sheng."

The same unmatched beautiful face, the same slender and upright physique.

Yet, everything was different.

His left eye was still the golden "Dao Yang," containing an order divine brilliance more pure and condense than ever before, as if transformed into an eternal, unmoving "origin point."

And in the hollow socket of his right eye, there was now no emptiness.

There, a gray nebula was slowly rotating.

Within the nebula, there were no stars, no light or dark, only billions of "possibilities" arising and falling, floating and sinking. It was a... sea of chaos, the beginning of all things, and the end of all things.

One eye defines the "start" of order.

One eye accommodates the "end" of chaos.

He stood there quietly, with his black hair moving without wind, in a simple white robe, which had unknowingly re-formed around him. His presence no longer emanated any fluctuations of power, as if he were the most ordinary mortal.

But when his gaze swept across the fragmented world.

The entire Dao Origin Realm fell still!

The back-flowing water from the East Sea no longer turned into blades but became water again, reflected within it, not the sky, but bizarre and twisted scenes of the Otherworld.

The melting West Pole Divine Mountain was no longer destructive lava but cooled down, transforming into black mountains with eerie metallic luster, as if forged from countless wailing souls.

In the sky above, those chaotic stars no longer flew aimlessly but revolved around the chaotic nebula in Dao Sheng’s right eye, forming new "orbits" full of contradictions and paradoxes, and began to operate stably.

Life and death still coexist.

Light and darkness still unify.

This world has not been restored.

It has only... been "acknowledged."

Dao Sheng, with his "new Dao," bestowed "meaning" upon this completely crazy and utterly collapsed world.

A kind of... meaning of chaos.

A kind of... incomplete order.

He slowly raised his hand, gazing at his palm. There was no longer flowing divine brilliance in colors, but a void. Yet with a thought, a strand of golden light of order and a strand of black light of chaos simultaneously appeared, like two small fishes, perfectly and harmoniously chasing and playing, forming a new, deeper "Taiji."

"So... this is the true ’Dao.’"

He whispered, his voice hoarse yet carrying an unprecedented calm and indifference.

"Not to extinguish the other half, but... to dance with the other half."

He turned his head, his gaze directed at the "Guardian" fawn that had always protected him.

The fawn, upon receiving his new gaze, involuntarily retreated half a step. It felt that Dao Sheng before it was both familiar and incredibly unfamiliar. Familiar was the primordial intimacy, unfamiliar was the capacity to encompass all things and yet overlook all things... "divinity."

Dao Sheng offered it a slight smile.

This was his first genuine expression after rebirth.

This smile dispelled the non-human divinity about him, allowing him to once again possess a trace of "warmth."

"Thank you, little one."

He reached out, this time the Guardian did not hesitate, affectionately nudging its head.

Dao Sheng gently stroked its crystal-like antlers, a flicker of gentleness in his eyes.

Then, he lifted his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless time and space, directly locking onto the will of the "Throat of Chaos" wavering in uncertainty within the void.

"Abomination."

He spoke, his voice soft, yet clear within the depths of the divine soul of the "Throat of Chaos."

"You have shown me... a brand new path."

"As a ’thank you gift’..."

Dao Sheng paused, and his right eye containing the chaotic nebula suddenly凝固!

"I shall grant you... the true ’void.’

At the moment his words fell, he did not even move!

But in the distant and unknowable void dimension, the "Throat of Chaos," a colossal form composed of the remnants of billions of shattered worlds, suddenly震动!