The gigantic Hand of the Heavenly Dao finally slammed down.
One palm.
One verdict.
Enough to erase an entire planet from history.
Black-crimson lightning converged within that palm, carrying the law of absolute annihilation.
The surrounding space collapsed in layers; even the concepts of up and down began to blur.
The cultivators who were still alive immediately lost consciousness.
Their souls could not bear such pressure.
Yet—
Wang Lin stepped forward.
One simple step.
And with that step— history stopped breathing.
He raised his hand, and within his palm appeared pitch-black blood, swirling into an ancient seal not recorded in the Dao of any world.
"Heavenly Dao," Wang Lin said flatly, "you are merely law granted consciousness." His eyes burned dark red.
"I am the one who kills the consciousness of law."
He pressed his palm into the air.
CRAAAAACK——!!!
The space between Wang Lin and the Dao Hand shattered completely, like two laws rejecting each other's very existence.
Dao lightning struck Wang Lin— yet was extinguished the instant it touched his blood aura.
For the first time…
DAO LAW FAILED TO FUNCTION.
That formless voice echoed again, now filled with rage: "GOD-SLAYER— YOU ARE NOT PART OF THE CYCLE." Wang Lin laughed softly.
Not a mad laugh.
But the laughter of one who had long surpassed judgment. "I know."
He raised both hands.
Behind him appeared the shadows of shattered worlds, one after another—worlds whose Dao he had broken, laws he had buried.
"That is why," he continued, "I am an anomaly." He stepped forward again.
DUAR—!!!
The gigantic Hand of the Heavenly Dao was pushed back.
Not by physical force— but because its will was shaken.
The Dao symbols on the surface of the hand began to crack.
The sky screamed.
Red lightning turned dark purple—the sign that the Heavenly Dao was sacrificing its own origin laws to destroy Wang Lin.
Yet Wang Lin glanced downward.
Toward Yunxihua, lying unconscious.
His gaze changed.
"If this world wants to touch him…"
"…then this world no longer needs me."
He closed his fingers.
FORBIDDEN TECHNIQUE — DAO DESTINY SEVERER
A thin line appeared in the air.
It did not glow.
It made no sound.
Yet that line severed the concept of cause and effect.
SSSSHHHH—!!!
The gigantic Hand of the Heavenly Dao WAS SPLIT APART.
Not shattered.
Not exploded.
But cut off from its own existence.
The sky fell silent.
Lightning vanished.
Clouds fell like ash.
The voice of the Heavenly Dao disappeared, as if it had never existed.
And that world…
LOST A PORTION OF ITS LAWS.
Wang Lin stood within the cracked void of the sky, his breathing steady.
He looked upon the destruction without emotion.
"Consider this a warning," he said softly.
"I did not come to rule this world."
He turned toward Yunxihua.
"But anyone who wishes to kill him…"
"…will force me to return."
The black-crimson aura slowly faded.
The sky began stitching itself back together—crippled, damaged, no longer perfect.
And from that night onward: The Heavenly Dao of that world was flawed
Heavenly Punishment was no longer absolute
And the name Wang Lin became an eternal taboo
Meanwhile…
Within the unconscious Yunxihua's chest, the god-slaying dragon symbol pulsed once.
Softly.
Yet steadily.
After that clash…
silence descended.
The cracked sky ceased its screaming.
The torn space hung soundlessly, as if the world itself awaited the final verdict from the only being still standing.
Wang Lin.
He gazed at the surrounding void—not with satisfaction, not with anger—but with the demeanor of an ancient witness who had seen too many worlds born and die.
"This world… is not yet time to collapse," he said quietly.
He raised his hand.
But this time—
it was not an aura of slaughter that appeared.
It was absolute calm.
Fragments of broken Dao laws began returning to their places.
Collapsed mountains stood again.
Evaporated seas flowed once more.
The sky stitched itself together—not perfectly… but stable enough to continue.
Not because the Heavenly Dao regained authority— but because Wang Lin allowed it.
He did not repair the Dao.
He forced this world to stand without fully relying on it.
Then, Wang Lin turned toward Yunxihua.
Her body still lay unconscious.
The god-slaying dragon symbol on her chest pulsed faintly, in harmony with the newly recovering breath of the world.
Wang Lin's gaze deepened.
"Your origin soul…" he murmured.
"…pure enough to bear a seed."
He extended a finger, and a ray of dark light without any Dao attribute flowed into Yunxihua's body—merging directly with her origin soul, not flesh, not cultivation.
"This is not a technique."
"Not a legacy of power."
"This… is continuation."
In the now-calm sky, a silent phenomenon occurred.
Beside Yunxihua's body, a new body formed. A man.
His posture was upright.
His hair was deep crimson, like blood frozen within flame.
His face was unfamiliar—yet his soul shared the same root.
It was the Ancient God Body Without Dao.
Not reincarnation.
Not a clone.
But a second main body—an existence that did not submit to the laws of any world.
Wang Lin looked at that body for a moment.
"This body… stands beneath Dao," he said softly.
"Because I have already surpassed Dao."
He then looked at Yunxihua one last time.
"Use your origin soul as soil."
"Use your existence as seasons."
"This seed…"
"will grow on its own."
No promises.
No farewell.
Not a single extra word.
Wang Lin stepped away.
The sky did not open a path.
Space did not welcome him.
He vanished just like that, as if he had never existed in that world.
Some time later…
Yunxihua's finger twitched.
Her eyes slowly opened.
The world felt… different.
She could feel herself—
and also another self.
Two heartbeats.
Two breaths.
Two centers of consciousness.
One body: — Yunxihua, bearer of the dragon legacy, walking within the system of the world.
One other body: — The red-haired man, ancient god body without Dao, standing outside the laws of the world.
Two main bodies.
One origin soul.
And deep within her soul, a silent awareness took root—
not an order…
not a voice…
but a direction.
Beyond Dao.
Like Wang Lin.
Yet in your own way.
The sky of that world was calm.
Too calm.
Because without anyone realizing it…
a successor existence had been planted.
And that harvest—
was merely waiting for time.