Chapter 283: Seed of Void

Wang Zhize stepped forward, and his form vanished in the main hall of the Heaven Sacrificing Platform, entering the gray prison cage he had personally "cut" out.

Here is absolute deathly silence.

Time is frozen, space locked, laws do not exist.

That crack‑covered Chaotic Dao Pill floated silently in the center of the cage, like a deformed heart sealed in amber.

It rotated slowly, almost imperceptibly.

Wang Zhize's gaze pierced the Dao Pill's illusory surface, ignoring the countless wailing remnants and the Lord's shattered will imprint, and drove straight toward its Core.

There, something was different.

His divine thought, like the finest scalpel, silently probed.

In the next instant, his consciousness touched a point.

A "point" that cannot be described by any concept of this realm.

It is not energy, has no form, and even lacks substance.

It is more like a pure "concept", a spontaneously appearing "definition".

【Void】.

The term formed directly in his cognition.

Accompanying it are cold, absolute traits that transcend this world's laws.

This is what that higher‑dimensional will left behind.

"Seed of Void".

Wang Zhize instantly grasped its essence.

It is a coordinate, an anchor point, a cancer cell from a higher‑dimensional world trying to root itself in this realm.

Once it fully merges with this Dao Pill, and uses himself as the "furnace core" to nurture it to maturity…

Then the entire world will be "formatted", reduced to the higher‑dimensional will's seedbed, a vassal world that can be taken at will.

And to destroy it outright?

Wang Zhize can feel that this "seed" contains a trace of extremely condensed Void origin.

Forcibly detonating it would not blow up an Altar, but tear a non‑healing wound in the world's Core rules, allowing endless Void power to flood back, devouring everything.

"Brother, this thing… looks kinda disgusting."

Wang Zhitao's voice sounded from outside as he clung to the cage's edge, curiously peering inside.

On his innocent face, a complex expression of mixed disgust and greed appeared for the first time.

As the embodiment of the Devouring Dao, his instinct screamed two words wildly.

Dangerous! Lethal!

Yet beneath that lethal veneer, an unprecedented, life‑originating yearning made his mouth water, almost driving him mad.

As if eating it would let him taste the "world" itself.

"It's not food."

Wang Zhize's voice calmly echoed from the cage.

"It is a 'definition' from the master of another world. Its purpose is to turn everything here into its shape."

Wang Zhitao nodded half‑understanding, licked his lips, fell silent, his greedy gaze burning ever hotter.

In his simple worldview, anything that exists can be eaten.

Wang Zhize withdrew his gaze.

Destruction is a brute's act, leading to endless trouble.

What he intends is "reverse definition".

Either perfectly peel this "Seed of Void" out of the Dao Pill,

Or…

Then fully digest it, making it part of his own micro‑world's law.

His mind sank into his own micro‑world.

At his fingertip, a strand of his world's primal law power, like a filament, extended cautiously, reaching toward that "Seed of Void".

He was not probing but analyzing, reading.

Hum—

At the moment of contact, a massive, boundless will surged along this thread, brazenly flooding his mind.

No sound, no image.

Only the purest torrent of concepts.

【Fuse with me, and you will become the god of a new world.】

【Command the heavens, overlook myriad realms, just a step away.】

【You are not the furnace core, but the 'signpost' I have chosen, the extension of my will in this realm…】

A grand blueprint, the temptation of divinity, a shortcut to ascendancy.

This is a trap, and also a bright scheme.

Any being yearning for power cannot refuse such a promise.

Wang Zhize's consciousness was as still as an ancient well.

Not even a ripple ever arose.

The borrowed divine position is merely a dog wearing a fancy collar.

"I define:"

His voice rang within his own sea of consciousness, bearing an absolute that tolerates no objection.

Temptation is illusion.

My heart is truth.

In an instant, all grand blueprints and all promises of ascension shattered into the most primitive data streams.

And amid those broken data fragments, Wang Zhize captured what he sought.

A solitary being that roams beyond the endless worlds.

"Void Walker".

It sows "seeds" across different worlds, waits for them to mature, then harvests them, thereby strengthening itself.

The so‑called "Lord" and the so‑called "Immortal Dao Pill" are, from start to finish, merely a test field it selected and a ripening fertilizer.

……

Meanwhile, the imperial capital.

The deathly silence that survived the calamity is being slowly dispelled by faint traces of mortal fireworks.

Li Hu and Zhang Mei stood atop the towering palace wall, accompanied by Deputy Minister of War Zhao, overlooking the scarred capital.

The common folk, like patients just recovering from a serious illness, cautiously stepped out of their homes, cleaning the streets, their faces marked with bewilderment and lingering fear.

They did not know what had happened, only that a catastrophe capable of destroying everything was, at the last moment, strangled by an invisible great hand.

Seeing all this, Li Hu and Zhang Mei felt an unprecedented fragility in the world.

They also sensed the yawning chasm between themselves and the Master, as if a heavenly trench.

They could not aid the Master.

All they could do was become the sharpest and most obedient blade in the Master's hand.

Eradicating every lingering remnant of the "Shadow" organization within the imperial capital that is not worth the Master's direct intervention, cutting them down one by one, uprooting them completely!

Their gazes became unwaveringly resolute.

……

Within the Sacrificial Heaven Terrace, inside the gray cage.

Wang Zhize suddenly sensed a peculiar resonance between his body and that "Void Seed".

His "Furnace Heart" constitution is the most perfect incubator for this seed.

The Void Will inside the seed is attempting, through this resonance, to erode him at a deeper level.

It does not seek fusion.

It intends to completely "format" Wang Zhize's soul, will, and even his very existence.

Turning him into the Void Walker's most perfect vessel, a wandering … replica in the world.

"You want to use my body as the cradle for your new world?"

Wang Zhize sensed the erosion, and a curve of extreme cold suddenly curved his face.

"That idea is quite good."

His gaze, from the "Void Seed" before him, slowly turned inward toward his own body.

There lies a burgeoning, increasingly refined realm of law—a truly his own little world.

A plan bold to the point of madness thundered into shape within his mind.

"Cradle, I have one ready here."

"As for your seed..."

A broader smile curled Wang Zhize's lips, a playful mastery over the thing within his pouch.

"Consider it... the first nourishment for my world, then."

He intends to turn the guest into the host.

He will personally sow this poisonous seed, scattered by the higher‑dimensional world, into his own world.

He wants to see what happens when he irrigates it with his own laws and defines it with his own will.

What kind of … fruit belonging to him this Void Seed will ultimately bear!