Chapter 1114 505: Liberation (2)

Dao Ruins stood quietly by the well, letting the "Dust of Time," which could instantly age a titan to death, fall upon his "Ruins Dao Body."

The dust settled without stirring any ripples.

Because Dao Ruins himself had transcended the constraints of "time."

His left eye was the "beginning" of all things.

His right eye was the "end" of all things.

He contained the entire concept of "time" himself. How could these "Ashes of Time" possibly erode "time" itself?

His chaos-colored eyes gazed into the depths of the well.

In his vision, the inside of the well was not a scene of darkness.

But rather an endless "reincarnation tragedy."

He saw a technological civilization that had developed to its peak, whose fleets could traverse the star seas, whose creations rivaled the divine. But ultimately, faced with the cold laws of the universe, their stars extinguished, their world welcomed an eternal cold winter, and the last of their kind screamed in unyielding defiance amidst endless darkness and solitude, ultimately dissipating into a wisp of cold consciousness.

He saw a world of cultivation with Great Power, where a single sword could sever star rivers, a single palm could shatter sun and moon. But when the "Great Calamity" descended, heaven and earth collapsed, all laws vanished, even when your divine techniques were peerless, all you could do was watch helplessly as everything you guarded, including yourself, turned into calamity ashes.

He saw a plane of elements, a magic empire, an abyssal insect hive...

Countless different worlds, countless different civilizations, all playing out the same finale—"destruction"—in different ways.

These moments of destruction were forever frozen here, like a nightmare that could not wake, repeatedly playing out again and again.

They were "stuck" here.

Stuck between "existence" and "non-existence."

Unable to completely return to "nothingness" after nirvana like a normal universe, to make room for new "existence."

Their "pain," their "defiance," their "despair," formed a viscous "poison of obsession" that blocked the normal operation of this dam.

This was a gigantic "cosmic-level heart knot."

Dao Ruins' face remained expressionless.

No pity, no sorrow.

Because he knew that these emotions were of no significance in unraveling this "knot."

He saw the "cause of illness."

The order of Fire endowed them with "existence," allowing their histories and civilizations to be remembered.

Gui Xu's void should have granted them the peace of "conclusion," allowing them to be released after destruction.

But here, the two forces fell into "chaos."

Fire's "remembrance" became "imprisonment."

Gui Xu's "conclusion" became "torment."

This was a "mistake."

A mistake that needed to be "corrected."

Dao Ruins slowly extended his right hand toward the bottomless Black Well.

That hand composed of chaos origin, seemingly not belonging to this world, lightly reached into that abyss of despair formed by the "ends" of countless universes.

Buzz——!

When his hand touched the viscous "despair" within the well, the entire Era Wailing Well started to boil violently!

Countless ongoing "destruction" moments seemed to find an outlet for venting, frantically surging towards Dao Ruins' hand!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Why! Why must we be destroyed!"

"I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled! My people, my love, my world..."

"Pain... endless pain... who will... end it all..."

"Destroy everything! Everything must be destroyed! Since we cannot exist forever, let everything accompany us in... sinking!"

Numerous chaotic, frenzied, and savage wills, like a flood breaching a dam, followed Dao Ruins' arm, attempting to surge into his Divine Soul and completely tear him apart, assimilating into this endless despair.

However, they faced Dao Ruins.

A being that fed on "existence" and "non-existence," built on "order" and "chaos"—a monster.

Dao Ruins' will was like an ancient unmoving Divine Mountain, unmoved by the pounding of the despairing flood.

In this moment, his chaos-colored eyes lit up with unprecedented brilliance.

His left eye, that chaotic nebula spinning clockwise, suddenly accelerated!

A vast, boundless force filled with the meanings of "creation" and "affirmation" flowed from his left eye, through his arm, into the Era Wailing Well!

"I have witnessed your existence."

A grand yet calm voice did not emanate from Dao Ruins' mouth but directly rang within the core of every "resonating" will.

That voice carried an undeniable "truth."

With the injection of this force, those frenzied, savage wills miraculously calmed down.

They no longer roared, no longer struggled.

They saw.

Under the guidance of that force, their lives, their civilizations' histories, their world's glory, all their loves and hates, all their honor and struggles... were all "acknowledged."

They were no longer cold, forgettable "data," but rather epic "existences" imbued with "meaning."

Their "defiance" at this moment received "affirmation."

Their "pain" at this moment received "understanding."

However, merely "affirmation" was not enough.

That would only make them more attached to the "past," unable to move towards the "future."

Just then, Dao Ruins' right eye, that chaotic nebula spinning counterclockwise, began to move as well!

A completely opposite force filled with the meanings of "conclusion" and "judgment" followed closely, pouring into the deep well!

"I bestow upon you the peaceful conclusion."

The grand voice rang out once more.

This time, it brought not "affirmation," but a supreme "release."

If the force of the left eye was to "hold,"

Then the force of the right eye was to "let go."

Under the wash of this force, those civilizations' resonances "affirmed" began to "dissolve" in an extremely serene manner.

The technological civilization that screamed in unyielding defiance in the cold universe, its resonance turned into a splendor of starlight, gently twinkling as if in gratitude before completely merging into the void.

The cultivation world turning into calamity ash amidst the Great Calamity, its resonance turned into a sigh of fulfillment, all defiance and grievance dispersed, returning to its destined "nirvana."

The magic empire turned into countless points of elemental light.

The abyssal insect hive turned into the purest life origin.

Countless "stories," in Dao Ruins' hand, all met their most perfect "conclusion."

He did not destroy them nor did he save them.

He simply, as a "witness" and "ferryman," guided them to finish the last step they were meant to complete.

"Life" should be as splendid as summer flowers.

"Death" should be as serene as autumn leaves.

This is Dao Ruins' "Dao."

It is also the "truth" he brought to these trapped souls.

As the last civilization's resonance, carrying contentment and peace, dissipated into the void.

The Era Wailing Well, boiling for endless ages filled with despair and lamentation, settled completely.

The darkness within the well quickly faded.

That gigantic "Black Well," visibly began to slowly "heal."

This segment of the dam's "heart knot" has been untangled.

Dao Ruins slowly withdrew his hand.

His expression remained calm.

However, deep within those chaos-colored eyes, those two spinning nebulas were more solid, more profound than before.