Chapter 581: All Laws Return to Stillness, the Mirror of Truth

Qian Yin's research team was frantically analyzing the data transmitted from ahead.

On the light-and-shadow screen, countless lines representing different laws tangled and intertwined, forming a maddening scroll that mortals could not comprehend.

Any single charging method will fail.

Qian Yin gave the conclusion: "Using pure force will be assimilated by the rules of force; using speed will be twisted by the rules of time; using logic will directly fall into the trap of paradox."

This Sea of Oblivion was like an unsolvable labyrinth,

an absolute domain that rejects all outsiders from entering.

Inside the nebula,

Uneasy murmurs gradually began to rise.

The Yanhuang people who had just undergone metamorphosis and defeated the hunter fleet felt a deep-seated helplessness.

Their power found no point of effect here.

"What are we afraid of!"

Qin Wu's explosive shout was like a thunderclap, detonating in everyone's soul network.

"It's just a bunch of rotten rules, right? Back then we even tore down our homes—what's there to fear about this junkyard? Dad, give the order; I'll lead the charge, never mind the cycles—I'll smash it with one punch!"

His fighting spirit remained high, but Qin Hao knew that mindless bravery wouldn't work here.

He quietly gazed at the gray sea of deathly stillness, recalling Xuan Du's teachings and the moment he abandoned the system and grasped the Truth.

"We were wrong."

Qin Hao suddenly spoke.

Everyone's gaze focused on him.

"We've been thinking about how to fight it, how to get through it."

Qin Hao said slowly.

"But why fight? Why get through? Isn't everything here just energy, aren't they the most basic building blocks of the world?"

His words plunged everyone into thought.

"Old Two, you're in construction—tell me, how would you handle a pile of chaotic building materials?"

Qin Hao looked at Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng stared for a moment, then instantly understood Qin Hao's meaning; a gleam flashed in his eyes: "Sort, filter, then, following my blueprints, reassemble them!"

"Exactly."

Qin Hao nodded: "We are now to treat this Sea of Oblivion as our supply depot. It is not a labyrinth, but the greatest resource on our path of evolution."

This idea was even crazier than Qin Wu's brute-force breakthrough.

That is a graveyard of laws for billions of civilizations!

To carry out screening and recombination here would require astronomical computational and control power.

"But we have no blueprints."

Qin Si pointed out the crux: "If we don't understand the rule composition here and forcibly absorb it, we will only become chaotic ourselves."

"Who said we have no blueprints?"

Qin Hao laughed.

His thought spread out, covering the entire Yanhuang nebula.

"Our blueprint is ourselves; each person's inner cosmos is an independent template. We need not comprehend what these chaotic rules are; we only need to tell them what they should become."

"All, hear my command!"

Qin Hao's voice became solemn and reverent.

"Abandon individual defenses, open your inner cosmos cycles. Link your wills into a whole; we are no longer billions of independent entities, but now a vast furnace!"

"What we must do is not to cross this sea."

"but to drink it dry!"

This command had already transcended the realm of war, entering the domain of myth.

Trillions of Yanhuang people, after a brief shock, chose unconditional trust.

They suppressed their inner fear, following Qin Hao's guidance, and released their hold on the protection of their inner cosmos.

In an instant, the dark-gold nebula's form changed.

No longer a loose aggregation, it began to contract and collapse inward.

All light vanished, replaced by a singularity emitting infinite suction and absolute darkness.

At this moment, Yanhuang civilization became an artificially created supermassive black hole.

A black hole devoted to devouring rules and logic, a Dao Black Hole.

"Boom——"

The black hole, without hesitation, slammed into that gray Sea of Oblivion.

Immediately, the lifeless gray sea, as if a drop of ink had been sucked in, saw the black hole's path forcibly ingest all chaotic rules,

then ground and reassembled by the unified will of trillions.

"Comfortable......"

Qin Wu let out a satisfied groan.

He felt streams of rule fragments bearing the attributes of 'indomitable' and 'frenzied battle' continuously flowing into his inner cosmos, making his divine fire burn even more fiercely.

Not only him.

Every Yanhuang person, in this frenzied feast, sought nourishment matching their attributes.

Those cultivating the Path of Life absorbed rules representing rebirth and cycle.

Those researching technology captured the logic concerning dimensions and structure.

Yanhuang Civilization, this terrifying war machine, is carrying out pre-war supplies in the most barbaric and unimaginable way.

This process lasted a very long time, so long that time here lost all meaning.

When the last wisp of gray in the boundless Sea of Forgetfulness was completely devoured, the black hole formed from Yanhuang Civilization slowly ceased its spin.

The darkness receded, revealing a dark-gold nebula.

But the nebula now is completely different from before.

Its light became more introverted; each point of light formed from Yanhuang people exudes a harmonious, self-consistent charm.

Their aura has perfectly merged with the underlying laws of this cosmic sea,

yet it retains absolute independence.

Having passed through the Sea of Forgetfulness, the scene ahead suddenly opens up.

That is an absolute "nothing."

There is no matter, no energy, not even any concept.

And at the center of this "nothing" stands a mirror.

A mirror whose size cannot be described in any language.

It occupies the entire field of view, yet seems merely a tiny point.

Its surface is smooth as water, yet it reflects the birth and death of countless worlds.

This is the hatchery, this is the source of the system—the Mirror of Truth.

Everyone was stunned by this magnificent yet eerie vision, falling into a daze.

Just then, within that huge mirror, a scene slowly emerged.

It was an incredibly prosperous and powerful Yanhuang Universe.

Magnificent rivers and mountains, the people live in peace and happiness.

Qin Hao sat in the Core Hall, smiling as he watched his grandchildren play around his knees, enjoying the bliss of family life.

No war, no flight, no sacrifice.

A perfect world, a homeland everyone dreams of.

The Yanhuang Universe within the mirror emanates a warm, affectionate pulse, as if calling to those wanderers who have long drifted afar.

"Come home..."

A gentle voice echoed in everyone's hearts.