Chapter 499: Is it reasonable to use a ultimate move as a supplement?

Inside the Miracle Garden,

Li Xiao, who had just been revived less than ten minutes ago, suddenly noticed his fingers starting to become transparent.

Not just his hands.

And his combat uniform, his body.

Even his memories of three minutes ago in his mind are rapidly fading.

"Alarm! Alarm!"

The alarm from the Fuxi Main Brain blared, sharp and piercing: "Detected an intrusion in causality and time!"

In the civilization's core data, the timeline representing Yanhuang Civilization's historical progress is flashing red wildly.

The golden line symbolizing the civilization's past ten thousand glorious years, like being erased by an invisible eraser starting from the source, bit by bit.

Year 4025 AD, Yanhuang Fleet established…… data lost.

Year 3500 AD, mass genetic ascension…… data lost.

Year 2050 AD, Spark Project launched…… data lost.

"They're digging up our ancestors' graves!"

Qin Zheng stared at the screen, veins bulging on his forehead; his proud defense had no reaction to it.

"This is an attack on our past! Once history is erased, we become castles in the air, and will collapse directly due to nonexistent logic!"

Cutting off the firewood under the pot.

This is the End Lord's method.

Not only does it destroy your body, it also denies the meaning of your existence.

"What's there to panic about?"

Qin Hao's gaze pierced the Miracle Garden, looking at the constantly collapsing void.

His eyes held no fear, only the calm of a surgeon seeing a rare lesion.

"Tsk, this End Lord not only likes to tear down houses, but also has OCD and cleanliness obsession, can't stand anyone else's history book being more tumultuous than his."

Qin Hao snorted coldly, his right hand suddenly grabbing at the void.

The Xuanyuan Sword, just optimized, appeared in his hand.

The golden blade writhed and compressed, in the blink of an eye turning into a golden steel pen over a hundred meters long.

The tip flowed not with ink, but with thick, unfusable causal rules.

"If you want to erase history, then I'll give you a signature."

Qin Hao flicked his wrist, using the void as paper and rules as ink, he signed his name in a flourish on the timeline being erased.

The first stroke landed, and the collapsing 2050 AD node solidified.

The second stroke landed, and the blurry genetic ascension era became clear again.

"Qin, Hao!"

Two shining golden characters were directly branded onto the timeline of Yanhuang Civilization's history.

Boom——!!

The black void devouring history slammed into those two golden characters, not only failing to move them an inch, but was smashed to pieces.

The black void fragments did not dissipate; instead, they were forcibly absorbed by those two golden characters, forming a glossy black protective layer that tightly wrapped the entire timeline.

【Detected unknown energy injected…… historical node solidity increased%!】

【Time defense mechanism activated: History locked!】

【Current status: Eternal existence (unalterable, indelible)】

The alert tone of the Fuxi Main Brain became uplifting.

Li Xiao looked at his hand, which had become solid again, somewhat dazed.

He felt his memory not only hadn't diminished, but had become even deeper; even after a hundred million years he wouldn't forget.

"Tsk, this history book was a bit loose before, but now it's fine—we got a free hardcover plastic sealing."

Qin Hao twirled the golden steel pen in his hand, casually slipped it back into the rule space in his chest pocket, then raised his head and raised an eyebrow at the faint black hole eyes at the end of the void.

"Thanks, old iron."

Billions of light-years away.

The End Lord, sitting cross-legged at the edge of the chessboard, had the black hole vortex in his eyes pause slightly.

His strike was actually regarded by the opponent as "glue" to reinforce history?

Using destructive rules as building material—this method is indeed somewhat interesting.

"Slippery."

The End Lord's voice remained indifferent, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Afterwards he slowly raised that bony hand, from the depths at the edge of the chessboard, picking up a jet-black chess piece like ink.

This chess piece has no shape.

It constantly changes—sometimes a cube, sometimes a sphere, sometimes an incomprehensible geometry.

"Since I can't lock you down, I'll mess up your rules."

His wrist twitched lightly.

That black chess piece tore through dimensions, directly ignoring spatial distance, and smashed toward the Miracle Garden.

Sizzle——!!

Before the chess piece landed, the physical rules around the Miracle Garden began to frantically alarm.

Light no longer traveled in straight lines, but twisted into a braid.

Gravity no longer pulled downward, but tugged chaotically in all directions.

Even the answer to 1+1 has become a random number at this moment.

"Dad! It's a conceptual dead knot!"

Qin Yue's voice, the one in charge of the energy matrix, had changed; her operation panel in front of her had turned into a pot of porridge: "This thing is just a logic virus, twisting all the rules in that area into a knot! Our system doesn't recognize this at all, we can't solve it!"

This is the roguishness of a ninth-level peak powerhouse.

I won't reason with you.

I directly abolished the rule of "reasoning" itself.

Seeing that the chaotic black mass was about to smash into the core of Miracle Garden, turning it into a blob of logic paste.

Qin Hao moved.

But he did not retreat, nor did he activate a shield.

He was like a doctor who sees a patient spitting phlegm on the ground, brows furrowed, face full of disdain as he stepped forward.

"Within Miracle Garden, littering is prohibited."

Qin Hao's voice rang out clearly to every corner.

At the same time, Qin Sixin behind him understood tacitly.

This genius girl responsible for rule rewriting, her ten fingers flew rapidly in the void, as if playing an uplifting piano piece.

"Logic rewrite activated!"

"First step, define target attribute: harmful but recyclable trash!"

"Second step, define disposal method: forced disassembly, turning waste into treasure!"

As the father and daughter's wills overlapped, the time loop above Miracle Garden originally used to accelerate time suddenly turned into a flickering green-light "recycle bin" icon.

Buzz——!!

That conceptual dead knot capable of crashing the universe slammed headfirst into this huge green light ring.

The originally violent, chaotic, indescribable rule dead knot,

upon entering the light ring, like ice meeting fierce fire, began a violent reaction.

"Tear it apart for me!"

Qin Hao bellowed angrily.

That chaotic black mass was sliced by countless fine time blades, stripping away the outer chaotic logic to reveal the innermost……truth shard.

Clatter——

The next second, a rain fell above Miracle Garden.

But this rain was not water droplets; it was countless glittering golden mathematical formulas, physical laws, and higher-dimensional models.

That was the basic material constituting the conceptual dead knot, the End Lord's understanding of cosmic rules, now forcibly torn apart by Qin Hao and reduced to the most primal knowledge.

"Look! That's the general solution formula for different time directions! Quick, data model, analyze it for me!"

"Don't grab it from me! That glowing Causality Law power model is my project!"

The scientists on the ground were overjoyed.

Each holding data collectors, like rushing for Double Eleven discounts, they wished they could grow two more hands to catch the falling golden rain.

What was originally a world-ending killing blow has become a wild celebration at the Yanhuang Scientific Academy.

Qin Hao stood in midair, letting those precious formulas pass through his body and fall toward the cheering crowd below.

He raised his head, gave a thumbs-up to the void, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Oh dear, how embarrassing! Just out of the hospital and they're sending all these consolation fruit baskets!"

"Is this wave an advance payment of the registration fee? The boss has broadened his horizons!"

At that distant edge of the void, the original lofty sense of oppression was choked off by these words.

The End Lord's hand froze in midair.

Even though he had lived for hundreds of millions of years and witnessed countless civilizations rise and fall, he had never seen such a shameless person.

Treating a destruction strike condensed with rule power as a fruit basket?

"Heh."

A soft laugh came from the depths of the void.

But in that laugh, there was no longer the previous indifference; instead, a hint of killing intent was added.

Those gigantic black-hole eyes slowly contracted.

An aura countless times more terrifying than before was gathering there.

That was not a rule.

Nor was it causality.

But a point.

An infinitely small point with infinite density, encompassing everything yet denying everything.

"Since it can't be locked down, rules can't be messed with……"

The End Lord's voice, like Nine Nether Cold Ice, carrying the majesty of final judgment, exploded in Qin Hao's mind.

"Then…… let it return to zero."

"Zero-dimensional strike, activate."

That point moved.