Chapter 1109 - 503: Gui Xu Contamination

Chapter 503 Gui Xu Contamination!

The Ruins Spirit roared, and that colossal body of its actually began to actively "collapse," dissolving into the purest, most primal "Gui Xu contamination," like a black plague, sweeping toward the Dao Ruins, which was in the midst of internal chaos!

It would strike while he was sick, and take his life!

It would utterly devour and assimilate this "void" that possessed "self-will," and seize that supreme "authority" he held!

From the front, there was the Ruins Spirit’s deadly counterattack.

From within, there was Fire’s domineering Suppression.

In that instant, the Dao Ruins fell into an unprecedented, truly... desperate situation!

In his eyes, that deep void surged violently.

Those two specks of gold-ash light that represented his "self," under the double clamp of Fire’s Purifying Power and Gui Xu’s contaminating Power, grew dim and bright by turns, as if they might extinguish at any moment.

Once they went out, he would be utterly lost.

Either he would be "reformatted" again by Fire, reverting to that obedient "patch."

Or he would be completely "devoured" by the Ruins Spirit, becoming a part of it.

Neither outcome was the ending he desired.

"My Dao... shall be decided by myself!"

"My fate... shall be controlled by myself!"

"Fire, you have no right to judge me!"

"Gui Xu, you have even less right to devour me!"

In this instant, with life and death balanced on a knife’s edge, a madness and resolve like never before erupted in the eyes of the Dao Ruins!

He made a decision even more insane, even more unfathomable, than "becoming the Dao Ruins"!

He did not resist either side.

Instead, he actively opened up his Heart Spirit!

"Since... you both want my ’body’..."

"Then... come inside, both of you!"

Boom!!!

He actually took the initiative to relinquish control over all the Power within his body!

He turned his body, his Dao Heart, his Divine Soul, into a... "battlefield"!

A battlefield upon which "Fire" and "Gui Xu," these two ultimate Powers representing the two most primal poles of the Cosmos, would inside him wage the most direct, most original... collision!

"Come!"

"Let me see whether your ’Creation’ can erase its ’Void’!"

"Or whether its ’Ending’ can devour your ’Existence’!"

"And I, the Dao Ruins, shall be the witness to this ultimate confrontation... and... its final victor!"

His will was like a reef driven into the center of the storm; no matter how the two world-destroying Powers scoured, collided, and annihilated within his body, he clung, with unyielding death-grip, to that last glimmer of radiance named "self"!

With the body as furnace, Refining all ages!

With the Dao as lure, plucking at the end-times!

In this moment, he was no longer a piece on the board, but the madman who overturned the board itself, dragging both players into a high-stakes gamble!

The black Gui Xu contamination and the golden Divine Light of Fire crashed together with a thunderous detonation inside his body!

Before the Ten Thousand Dao Tomb, an ultimate war of Creation and annihilation that no one could comprehend and no one dared behold was silently enacted within a single person.

Boom!

The concepts of time and space inside the Dao Ruins lost all meaning.

If his body was a Cosmos, then at this moment, this Cosmos was enacting the most primordial "cleaving of heaven and earth" and the final "heat-death into Gui Xu."

The golden Divine Light of Fire transformed into billions of chains of order, bearing a creator-god’s majesty and cold indifference, attempting to format all "abnormal" data. On each chain of Divine Light flowed the scenes of the Cosmos’s first dawn: stars being born, life evolving, civilizations rising. It was a supreme "correct principle," one that allowed no form of "error" to exist.

And that most refined Gui Xu contamination borne by the Ruins Spirit became a boundless, black plague. It had no form, no logic; it was, in itself, "the antithesis of logic." Wherever it passed, the stars upon the order-chains went dark, life withered, civilizations turned to dust; every concept of "being" was dissolved, restored to the most primitive "non-being."

This was a war of Dao and principle!

The ultimate struggle between "existence" and "non-existence"!

The flesh of the Dao Ruins collapsed in the very first instant. It did not turn to blood and meat, but was directly reduced to the most basic particles—and then even the concept of "particle" itself was repeatedly overwritten by the golden Divine Light and the black plague, sometimes condensing, sometimes scattering.

His Divine Soul became an ocean of candles in the wind, with golden waves and black waves crashing, annihilating each other; with every collision, billions of thoughts were vaporized; with every clash, countless segments of memory were torn to shreds.

Agony?

No, this had already surpassed the scope of "pain."

This was a torture in which "self" was being ground away inch by inch at the root.

The will of the Dao Ruins was like a solitary black reef in the center of that Divine Soul ocean. He abandoned all control over his body and Power, pouring all of his Heart Spirit into guarding that final spark of radiance that represented "that which makes me me."

The golden Fire of order burned him, seeking to smelt this "stubborn stone" into a "gold brick" that conformed to the rules.

The black water of void scoured him, seeking to grind this reef of "existence" flat into nothingness.

He was enduring denial from both poles of the Cosmos!

"Not enough... still not enough!"

Amid that endless erasure, the crazed will of the Dao Ruins was emitting a voiceless roar.

"Fire, your order is nothing but a self-righteous prison! You created all things, yet shackled all things, refusing to allow any existence beyond your comprehension to be born!"