Chapter 295: 1 Trillion Rebirths (2)

Chapter 295: Chapter 295: 1 Trillion Rebirths (2)

Instantly, the skin, bone, and fifteen-dimensional mathematics composing his hand began to turn translucent, dissolving into colorless mist. The Origin Law inside his chest roared in warning, attempting to flood his arm with rainbow genesis to rebuild the lost structure, only for that genesis energy to evaporate the moment it crossed the threshold.

?The Origin Law is the supreme ruler of Everything, Neo realized, his eyes narrowing as the mirrors within his pupils spun at a blinding speed. But ’Everything’ is still a closed system. It is a painting born from the shattering of the Unbroken Absolute. Down here in the Blank Domain, the rules of the painting have no authority.

?Yet Neo did not pull his hand back.

?Instead, he looked deeper into the colorless expanse directly beneath the tip of the root. There, lingering like an invisible scar upon the face of nothingness, was a faint, primordial ripple. It was the ancient echo of the external catalyst that Silas had deduced on the balcony: the singular spark that had brushed against the Unbroken Absolute aeons ago, disturbing its eternal slumber and inspiring it to dream of creation.

?Without hesitation, Neo stepped off the tip of the First Root and plunged his entire body into the Blank Domain.

?The shock was immediate and catastrophic.

?The moment the last thread of the Tree of Eternal Origin left his heels, a suffocating silence slammed into Neo’s consciousness from every direction. Without space to define his height, his body threatened to collapse into a non-dimensional speck. Without time to govern his thoughts, his memories and future intentions tried to freeze into a single, paralyzed instant. The roaring furnace inside his core sputtered violently as the fuel of the Gigaverse was cut off completely.

?Any other supreme deity, even the ancient Consciousness at the height of its power, would have ceased to exist within a microsecond, dissolving back into the unscripted blankness without leaving a single trace behind.

?"Hold," Neo commanded within the deepest chamber of his soul.

?He did not rely on the fifteen dimensions of mathematics he had mastered, nor did he call upon the infinite sap of the Tree of Eternal Origin. Instead, he drew his focus inward, retreating past his immortal flesh, past his martial core, and past the crown of the Origin Law, all the way down to the indestructible core of his own sheer will.

?He crossed his legs in the middle of the colorless expanse, assuming a meditative posture as his golden robes and skin dissolved into flickering outlines of raw intent.

?In the beginning, there was the Blank, Neo mused, his mind operating on pure, transcendent intuition as he studied the ancient ripple before him. The Unbroken Absolute did not appear by accident. Something, or some fundamental truth, generated the Absolute out of this Blank Domain. The Origin Law merely rearranges what already exists. What I am looking at now is the power to speak a truth where no language has ever been written.

?It was True Creation.

?To wield the Origin Law was to be a master sculptor working with an infinite mountain of divine clay. To wield True Creation was to conjure the clay itself out of pure, unblemished nothingness through the sheer weight of one’s own sovereign existence.

?Neo closed his eyes, severing his reliance on every external law he had ever learned since his mortal days. He forgot the geometry of the eleventh dimension. He forgot the lateral tides of the thirteenth. He even set aside the supreme authority of the fifteenth.

?In the absolute silence of the Blank Domain, Neo focused every ounce of his spirit, his memories of Zestia, Noir, Moon, and his children, and his unyielding refusal to be erased, compressing them into a single, defiant point inside his chest.

?Let there be a beginning, Neo willed.

?At first, nothing happened. The Blank Domain pressed down upon his flickering form with the indifferent weight of eternity, quietly erasing the outer layers of his soul. His spiritual shoulders cracked; his conceptual spine groaned under the strain of supporting itself without a universe to stand upon.

?Again and again, Neo struck the anvil of his own will inside the dark. He was no longer borrowing power from the world; he was forcing the Blank Domain to acknowledge that he existed simply because he declared it so.

?Crack.

?A tiny, silent fracture appeared in the colorless void at the center of Neo’s chest.

?From that fracture, a single, microscopic spark of incandescent light burst into existence. It was neither the golden hue of his mortal mana nor the rainbow starlight of the Tree of Eternal Origin. It was a breathtaking, transcendent platinum flame that burned without fuel, generating its own space, its own time, and its own undeniable law with every pulse.

?The moment that single spark of True Creation ignited, the dissolving edges of Neo’s body snapped back into focus, harder and more radiant than ever before. The Blank Domain around him recoiled by three inches, forced to yield a tiny sphere of true reality around his meditative form.

?[ Comprehension of True Creation: 1 ]

?A profound, earth-shattering enlightenment washed through Neo’s entire being as that solitary platinum spark settled into the center of his furnace. Every cell of his vessel hummed with a power so pure and absolute that it made the entirety of the fifteen-dimensional Gigaverse above him feel as fragile as a paper lantern. With just this single spark of True Creation, he could wave his hand and birth a completely new Unbroken Absolute from scratch, entirely independent of the Tree of Eternal Origin.

?Yet, as the light of that first comprehension illuminated the endless depths of the Blank Domain stretching out before him, Neo’s newly evolved eyes saw the true scale of the road ahead.

?The single spark in his chest was merely one foundational thread.

?To fully replace his fifteen-dimensional vessel, to shed the final shackles of the Tree of Eternal Origin, and to transform his soul into an eternal, self-sustaining omnipotent reality that could walk freely across the endless Blank Domain, one comprehension was nowhere near enough.

?A grand, unmistakable truth echoed through his newly forged platinum core, laying bare the exact mathematical threshold required to reach the absolute pinnacle of all things.

?To become the Ultimate Existence, he needed to comprehend and ignite the law of True Creation a whole 1,000,000,000,000 times.

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