Crack, crack, crack...

At the bottom of the dried-up lake, on the surface of the pale green light cocoon that was on the verge of shattering, the last piece of the Law fragment peeled off, turning into specks of fluorescent light that dissipated into the scorching air.

In the center of the lake, the moving figure curled up amidst the interwoven mud and withered vines opened her eyes!

Within her emerald eyes, vitality flowed.

The moment she opened her eyes, the sky above the ruins, originally shrouded in white mist, split open without warning!

Boom—!!

The azure lake water, which had been forcibly vaporized by Mr. Duan using high-dimensional Laws, ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) responded to a summons at this moment. The water vapor filling the sky liquefied, transforming into a massive vortex tornado connecting heaven and earth, descending from the sky and enveloping Chun's graceful body!

This is the Water of Origin!

It is one of the initial sparks that nurtured all life at the beginning of The First World!

Hum, hum, hum—

Violent life energy surged within the vortex, so much so that even the black high-dimensional cracks in the surrounding space were forcibly filled by this overbearing vitality.

In the center of the vortex, Chun greedily absorbed the power of the Water of Origin. Her skin, originally as pale as paper, regained its rosy hue at a speed visible to the naked eye, and those exposed ancient tree patterns erupted with dazzling emerald light.

Immediately after, she raised her arms.

Splash!

The vortex exploded, turning into a sky full of blue light rain.

Bathed in the light rain, the phantom of a giant tree that blotted out the sky and emitted an unimaginably ancient pressure rose up behind Chun, finally standing tall above the dried-up lake bed.

The phantom of the origin sacred tree!

That massive canopy almost burst through the dome of the ruins, and every hanging branch contained the birth and death of a miniature world.

Standing beneath this phantom, Chun's Aura skyrocketed crazily, showing faint signs of breaking through the shackles of the present world's rules; this was the absolute glory belonging to the Goddess of Nature of The First World.

Facing this vast Divine Might that would make any SSS-Class Professional in the present world kneel in worship, Mr. Duan remained calm.

He stood on the scorched lakeshore, slightly tilting his head, looking at the sky-blotting phantom of the sacred tree, his expression gentle yet contemptuous.

"Why bother, Chun."

Mr. Duan folded his hands over the handle of his silver cane, his voice penetrating the violent Law of life, echoing throughout the entire ruins.

"The main body of the origin sacred tree has long been dug out by me from the Abyss of Extreme Darkness, becoming a stepping stone for my control over high-dimensional rules."

He shook his head slightly, as if looking at an unreasonable child.

"Now, I can even tamper with the underlying computing power of the Heavenly Dao at will. What can you do by summoning a mere phantom?"

Mr. Duan took a step, his leather shoes clicking crisply on the scorched earth.

"Give up this futile struggle."

His tone was flat, carrying a sense of judgment: "Obediently hand over the Origin life Law within you. As compensation, I will reserve a spot for you in the New World. This is the final mercy I grant an old friend."

However, facing Mr. Duan's ultimatum that felt like charity, Chun, who was floating in mid-air, let out a soft laugh.

"Hehe... Hahaha..."

The laughter went from low to shrill, carrying endless mockery and sorrow.

"Duan, you are truly arrogant to the extreme!"

Chun looked down at Mr. Duan from above, her green eyes filled with killing intent.

"Do you think that by devouring the Laws of a few remnants of the old era and controlling the shell of the origin sacred tree, you have truly become a high and mighty god?"

She waved her hand, and the sacred tree phantom behind her erupted with emerald light even more dazzling than the sun.

"Have you forgotten what the origin sacred tree actually represents?"

Chun's voice carried seduction, and even more, the madness of mutual destruction: "It is gestation! It is the beginning of all things!"

"You only saw that she could provide endless life energy, but you never understood from the beginning to the end just how powerful her true strength is!"

Rumble—!!!

As Chun's voice fell, the phantom of the origin sacred tree shook violently!

There was no destructive energy impact, nor was there a collision of Laws shattering space.

At this moment, a fluctuation, more terrifying than death and more void than time, swept across the entire underground ruins of Simon City with the phantom of the origin sacred tree as its center!

Origin Illusion Realm, The First World!

From Chun's mouth, ancient and obscure mantras were uttered:

In an instant, the scorched earth beneath Mr. Duan's feet disappeared.

The dried-up lake, the collapsed stone walls, and the rolling water vapor were all erased!

Replacing them was a vast, boundless, magnificent world overflowing with endless vitality and wild beauty.

Above the sky, there was none of the oppressive feeling of the System present in the current world; the azure sky was clear as if washed, and huge colorful glowing celestial bodies were still clearly visible in the daylight.

Beneath his feet was a soft, green, primitive meadow. In the distance, gorgeous flowers larger than houses bloomed on endless mountain ranges, and various ancient exotic beasts that only existed in legends and myths soared across the sky.

What drifted in the air was no longer the mana values quantified by the System in the current world, but the most primitive Origin energy!

This is The First World!

It is the Initial Era before the Heavenly Dao System descended its Great Purge, where all things grew freely, and power had no upper limit!

Mr. Duan stood in a sea of flowers, surrounded by dancing colorful light particles.

He did not resist, nor did he use the black high-dimensional Laws capable of crushing space to forcibly break this illusion.

He just stood there quietly, silently watching the familiar yet strange scene around him.

In his eyes, which always carried calculation and reason, there was a rare, undisguised nostalgia.

"The First World..."

Mr. Duan reached out a hand, letting a phantom butterfly emitting seven-colored light land on his fingertip.

"What a long-lost scene. Chun, it's impressive that you still remember it so clearly."

He even put away his cane, his tone devoid of panic, holding only the composure of an old friend catching up: "How long has it been since I breathed such clean air? A hundred thousand years? Or a million? Even I can't remember."

He just watched silently, not interrupting, not counterattacking, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

Far away in the ruins of Ancient Egypt, Zhou Huai, who was remotely spying on all this through the Law of Space, frowned tightly.

"What is Mr. Duan doing?"

Zhou Huai pondered in his heart: "Facing an ultimate move of this level, he cannot be unaware of the danger. Does he have absolute certainty that he can escape unscathed?"

Just as Zhou Huai was filled with shock and uncertainty, a sudden change occurred in the illusion!

"Have you enjoyed enough, Duan?"

Above the sky of the illusion, Chun's colossal phantom appeared, becoming the sole creator of this world.

"It is time for you to pay the price for your arrogance!"

"Hum—!!"

With a cold shout from Chun, the Laws of the entire illusion reversed!

The Origin power, originally gentle and nourishing all things, transformed at this moment into a reverse torrent that stripped away everything!

"The end of gestation is regression!"

"Since you covet the power of The First World, then let you completely return to your original form!"

Visibly to the naked eye, those colorful light particles surrounding Mr. Duan suddenly drilled frantically into his body.