Chapter 287: Realm of New Birth

Above the heavens, the void giant hand that pierces dimensions now has only its final afterimage left.

The black‑gold behemoth incarnated from Wang Zhitao let out a satisfied rumble from its throat, like a well‑fed primordial beast, chewing and swallowing the last fragment of high‑dimensional law.

Burp—!

An earth‑shaking belch erupted from his nebula‑like massive mouth.

A visible black fissure was blasted open by the belch, leading to unknown void, and instantly healed as the world's laws repaired themselves.

His colossal body, which once blocked the sky, contracted like a tide, reshaping into the seemingly simple‑minded boy form; now, in each of his eyes, a deep dark vortex swirled slowly—one on the left, one on the right.

He patted his belly and, still with lingering appetite, looked at Wang Zhize.

"Brother, this thing… isn't meant to be eaten."

Wang Zhize gave no reply.

His body remained upright on the ruins of the Heaven‑sacrificial Platform, the web‑like cracks on his flesh long vanished, his skin smooth as jade, radiating immortal divine light.

Yet his entire will was immersed in a world‑shaking creation storm.

His little world.

Or rather, at this moment it could no longer be called a "little world."

The internal realm, torn by the void domain and on the brink of collapse, did not shatter; under Wang Zhize's two "definitions," it welcomed a cataclysmic rebirth.

"I define: Void as order."

"I define: Chaos as foundation."

These two divine edicts became the foundation of the new world's creation!

The gray void law that once eroded everything was forcibly altered in nature, becoming the "background" and "canvas" that form the world's lowest layer.

The original Tree of Life, River of Death, mountains and all things then began a frenzied evolution and dimensional ascent upon this infinitely extending "canvas."

The Tree of Life's roots no longer merely anchor in soil but delve into the void's dimensions, drawing higher‑level energy; atop its canopy, each leaf resembles a budding plane.

The River of Death's end is no longer void but connects to the void defined as "order," forming a perfect cyclical loop; the boundary between life and death thus becomes clearer and more profound.

The sky is no longer sky.

But a boundless, profound universe!

Stars, each condensed from pure law, were ignited in the darkness; they followed Wang Zhize's will, arranging into a splendid nebula, tracing wondrous paths.

The whole world, at this moment, possessed a dimensional depth beyond mere "space."

It came to life.

It is no longer a little world, but a truly newborn realm!

Wang Zhize's consciousness is the sole ruler of this newborn realm.

Each of his thoughts can create brand‑new laws within this realm.

When he thought, a law of light was born, and a star blazed fiercely at the universe's core, illuminating all.

Again he thought, a law of darkness intertwined, and a black hole that devours light emerged in the universe's shadows, maintaining balance.

This is the true "Lord of the World"!

As Wang Zhize felt this reborn power, he "saw" a discordant "spot" on the outermost barrier of his newborn realm.

It was the last malice left by the Void Walker before its will was completely expelled.

It is neither energy nor substance, more like a brand, a coordinate.

A cursed brand composed of countless twisted, malicious symbols that defy every logic of this realm.

It attempts, on a conceptual level, to define Wang Zhize's world as "the Void Walker's private property"; though faint, it clings like maggots on a heel bone, hard to erase.

"Want to leave a house number on me, so it's convenient to come back next time?"

Wang Zhize's will formed a silhouette that appeared before the cursed brand, his expression not a hint of anger but a trace of inquisitive amusement.

"Fine then."

He extended his hand, his fingertips swirling with the newborn world's power.

"I define: your 'coordinate' attribute remains unchanged, but its direction… I decide."

"I define: your 'cursed' power, sealed."

Words spoken, law follows.

The wildly flickering malicious brand instantly quieted, becoming a pure gray mark that no longer emitted corrosive aura, locked firmly in a corner of the world's barrier, like a beacon awaiting activation.

Having done all this, Wang Zhize's consciousness returned to his body.

He slowly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes those were!

In his left eye, the birth and death of the galaxy, the universe's dawn.

In his right eye, myriad laws interweave, defining heaven and earth.

Just a single gaze silenced the entire heavenly capital.

…

On the wall of the Imperial Palace, Li Hu and Zhang Mei collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.

The divine battle they just witnessed overwhelmed even the aftershocks; had it not been for a gentle will that enveloped the city at the last moment, they would have been crushed like the prostrate mortals, their souls shattered by the high‑dimensional pressure.

"Is it… over?" Li Hu's voice was hoarse, gazing at the sky's restored deep blue, still with lingering fright.

"Sir… won." In Zhang Mei's eyes, beyond the relief of surviving the calamity, there was a fervent awe as if gazing upon a deity.

They witnessed with their own eyes a mortal—no, a being—who resisted the terror from beyond the world and achieved victory.

This impact has completely reshaped their perception.

At that moment, a figure appeared before them without warning.

It was Wang Zhize.

He stepped forward, and from the summit of the Sacrificial Altar Platform he descended here.

He gazed at the scarred Imperial City, at the collapsed palaces, the cracked earth, and at the millions of soldiers and civilians kneeling on the ground, their eyes still holding apocalyptic terror.

Wang Zhize raised his hand.

A massive vitality, invisible to mortals yet truly existent, surged from his body; it was not spiritual energy, but a wisp of breath emanating from the Tree of Life in his Newborn Realm.

The vitality merged into the earth.

In the next instant, a divine miracle descended!

The Imperial City's depleted Dragon Vein seemed to be fitted with a pacemaker, shuddered violently, and then roared a thunderous dragon chant!

A visible golden aura burst from the ground, more than ten times stronger than during its heyday.

The snarling fissures in the earth healed at a sight‑visible speed.

The collapsed pavilions and towers had their bricks and stones levitate, wooden beams return to place, and under invisible force they repaired themselves, pristine as before.

The entire Imperial City, within a few breaths, returned to its former state, even more majestic.

Having done all this, Wang Zhize's gaze swept over the millions of lives in the city.

The fear, despair, and memories of the Void Giant Hand and the Black‑Gold Beast in their eyes were so horrific that they could shatter the world's civil order.

"Memory is a collection of information."

"Information can be rewritten."

Wang Zhize's voice turned into a spring breeze that brushed the whole city.

"I define fear as awe."

"I define the apocalyptic scene as a portent of a saint's descent."

"What you see is the Heaven‑blessed dynasty, a divine miracle."

When the words fell, every crouching citizen trembled, the fear and despair in their eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a devotion and fervor that rose from deep within their souls.

They forgot the destructive Giant Hand, remembering only a golden light descending from the sky, a saint setting things right and saving the world.

A world‑ending cataclysm was, by Wang Zhize's casual rewriting, turned into an auspicious omen of a pilgrimage for all peoples.

Li Hu and Zhang Mei stared dumbfounded at it all, feeling as if their throats were tightly strangled, unable to utter a single word.

Changing heaven and earth, rewriting memory.

This is the method of a deity!

"Sir…"

"There's no need to panic," Wang Zhize said, looking at the two, his expression calm, "the threat hasn't been eliminated, only temporarily withdrawn."

He simply explained, in terms they could understand, the existence of the Void Walker and the transformation of his own world.

Li Hu and Zhang Mei felt their spirits sway, suffocated by the higher‑dimensional foe yet genuinely uplifted by the realm Wang Zhize had attained at that moment.

"We are... too weak," Li Hu said, clenching his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm, full of bitterness and resentment.

"Not even worthy of sharing your worries," Zhang Mei lowered her head as well.

Wang Zhize looked at them, nodded, then shook his head.

"Your 'law‑breaking' power is quite useful."

"It's just too low a level."

Saying so, he extended two fingers, pointing one at Li Hu's forehead and the other at Zhang Mei's.

"I will grant you a strand of the Void Law I have transmuted."

"From now on, your 'law‑breaking' will be able to parse more fundamental rules, not merely the structure of energy."

Buzz!

Both bodies convulsed violently, feeling as if their souls were tossed into a furnace of laws for forging.

When they opened their eyes again, the whole world had changed before them.

The ambient Qi, the material composition of walls, even the boundaries of light and shadow… everything disintegrated into the most basic "information" and "rules."

They saw the world's "source code"!

"This…"

"Go, become my eyes and blades, and purge the lingering 'Shadows' of this world," Wang Zhize withdrew his fingers, calmly ordering.

"Yes! Sir!"

The two suppressed their shock, bearing unprecedented resolve, and set off on the command.

Wang Zhize saw them off, then lifted his head, his gaze seeming to pierce the heavens and the endless void of time.

His perception fell upon the edge of his Newborn Realm, onto the sealed, tomb‑like Void Mark.

It is a coordinate.

A coordinate pointing toward the enemy.

A cold, dangerous curve curled at Wang Zhize's mouth.

"You left me a signpost."

"Very well."

"After I finish what I'm dealing with, I will personally... pay a visit."