Chapter 586: Truth Perfected, the Enemy of Perfection

Yuanchu's silence lasted only a brief moment.

He reached out and gently grasped the hovering system fragment before him.

"Interesting, you've successfully made me interested in this specimen of yours."

"As a reward, I will let you see just how great the power you are opposing truly is."

The instant his words fell, the ball of light in his hand transformed into a stream of light that merged into his body.

Immediately afterward, the entire mirror world began to shake violently.

The vast, boundless mirror surfaces pieced together began to shatter piece by piece.

But they did not disappear; instead, they turned into billions of runes flashing with various colors of light, madly converging toward Yuanchu on the throne.

These were all the system fragments he had scattered throughout the Cosmic Sea since time immemorial!

Each fragment represented the rise and fall of a civilization,

each carried the joys and sorrows of a host.

They were once the ultimate treasures countless beings dreamed of, yet also the final bait that led them to destruction.

And now, these scattered baits must all return to the master's hand.

The people of the Yanhuang Civilization watched this scene in shock.

They saw that some fragments flew out from the corpse of a dead giant beast, its size comparable to a galaxy,

some broke free from the core of a star on the verge of collapsing into a black hole,

and some even burst forth from the statue of a deity of a powerful civilization.

Myriad streams of light converged into one.

Yuanchu's form, within this endless torrent of fragments, became ever more radiant and ever more substantial.

His originally blurry visage also began to gradually become clear.

It was a face without any blemish, perfect to the extreme.

Yet this face bore no expression, only absolute rationality and indifference.

"Hum—"

When the final fragment also merged into his body, a tremendous hum originating from the birth of the Cosmic Sea echoed throughout the space.

Behind Yuanchu, the Truth Mirror that had once swallowed the Yanhuang Civilization reappeared.

This time, it was no longer an illusory projection.

It became immensely solid, its surface smooth enough to reflect every person's soul.

Its edge was surrounded by countless chains of laws constantly arising and ceasing.

100% complete Truth Mirror.

The ultimate artifact of the Cosmic Sea, the ultimate embodiment of logic and order.

"Do you feel it?"

Yuanchu's voice grew even more grandiose than before, as if the entire Cosmic Sea were speaking.

"This is truth."

Having spoken, he slowly rose from the throne.

At this moment he was no longer a lofty observer.

He and the Truth Mirror had completely merged into one.

He is the mirror, and the mirror is him.

Afterwards, his gaze fell once more upon the Yanhuang Civilization.

The surface of the Truth Mirror began to clearly reflect the dark-gold nebula that the Yanhuang Civilization had become.

The nebula in the mirror was revealed in every minute detail.

Each Yanhuang's internal cosmic structure, each connection of their soul network, even their current battle intent and thoughts, were perfectly read and analyzed by the mirror.

"Your way of evolution is quite interesting."

Yuanchu began to evaluate, like a teacher commenting on students' work.

"Condensing the macroscopic universe within the individual, and through collective resonance erupting in power beyond the individual—this is indeed a good way to circumvent resource limits."

"Your strength stems from unyielding will."

"Your defense stems from united belief."

"Your weakness, however, lies in overreliance on emotional bonds; once those bonds are severed, you will revert to a rabble."

Every word Yuanchu spoke laid bare the essence of the Yanhuang Civilization.

Before the Truth Mirror, they had no secrets left.

Qin Hao's heart sank.

The most terrible thing was about to happen.

Indeed, after Yuanchu finished analyzing the Yanhuang Civilization, he slowly raised his hand.

"One of the Truth Mirror's authorities is reflection."

"It can reflect the true nature of all existence."

"Then, it creates an absolute truth that counters this reality."

His words fell.

On the surface of the Truth Mirror, the reflected dark-gold nebula began to undergo a strange change.

The original gold representing defiance gradually faded,

turning into the gray of obedience.

The tight bonds once symbolizing unity began to loosen, filled with suspicion and division.

The next second.

A force appeared in the mirror, composed of countless gray light points — the anti-Yanhuang Legion — slowly stepping out from the mirror surface!

The scale of this legion was exactly the same as that of the Yanhuang Civilization.

Leading it was a figure clad in gray battle armor, 'Qin Wu'.

His face showed no fighting spirit, only absolute calm and despondency.

The battle sword in his hand emitted not a destructive aura, but an inertial law that could make all life relinquish resistance.

By his side was a gray 'Qin Zheng'.

What he constructed was not a spatial bulwark to defend the homeland, but a series of lonely prisons that could eternally isolate comrades.

A gray 'Qin Si', her ability was not to connect and share information, but to spread logic viruses, creating suspicion and chaos.

A gray 'Qin An', he exuded not love and hope, but the pure negative emotion capable of plunging everyone into endless despair.

A perfect enemy born specifically to counter the Yanhuang Civilization.

"Go."

Yuan Chu said lightly, "Let these flaws return to the tranquility they ought to have."

The gray legion emitted no roar.

They stood silent, like a soundless tide, pressing toward the dark-gold Yanhuang nebula.

The people of the Yanhuang Civilization gazed at the enemy opposite them—identical in appearance yet utterly opposite—and felt an unprecedented chill rise in their hearts.

How can we still fight?

Every ability of the opponent restrained them.

Qin Wu roared and charged forward, slashing his blade at his gray counterpart.

But the moment his blade touched the opponent's inertial law, it grew weak and feeble, and even his own fighting spirit began to be swiftly worn away.

Qin Zheng attempted to seal the enemy with spatial laws, yet those gray lonely prisons,

instead first divided his own kin, severing their power resonance.

The entire battlefield presented a one-sided situation.

The Yanhuang Civilization, this mighty legion that had just defeated the Hunter fleet, devoured the Sea of Oblivion, and shattered the mirror prison,

when facing its perfect counter, actually had no power to strike back.

Qin Hao weakly watched all this, feeling he must do something.

But his proud 'Dao,' before the mirror of truth representing absolute 'Li,' also lost its effect.