Chapter 310: Twilight

That phrase "to be replaced by my Newborn Realm," is not a proclamation, it is execution.

It is a heavenly decree, a constitution, a forced replacement of the universe's underlying code!

Boom—!!!

An indescribable collapse erupts upon the foundation of "existence."

The Father of the Void's vast will that spans infinite spacetime feels "pain" for the first time.

It is not an energy shock, nor a mental tearing.

Rather, a searing agony of "deprivation"!

Like limbs a being is born with, now being uprooted from the conceptual level by an unseen hand!

Its connection to the Primordial Void, the immutable authority since its birth, is being forcibly severed!

"Roar—!!!"

A silent roar reverberates through the entire Primordial Void, and every law being rewritten by Wang Zhize howls in grief.

That is the lament of the Old God.

The Father of the Void attempts to resist.

It tries to redefine itself, proclaiming it alone is the sole ruler of this void.

But it is useless.

Wang Zhize's "Genesis Divine Authority" has seized the server's highest permissions; all its commands become invalid requests, turning into 404 not found.

In despair and fury, the Father of the Void gathers its final, most primal power.

That is its complete embodiment of the concept "Termination."

The utmost "Nothing."

The purest "Termination."

"Return to Void"!

This is not an attack but an invitation to mutual annihilation. It will format this "contaminated" Primordial Void, together with Wang Zhize, together with that damned Newborn Realm, everything, and drag it back to the absolute "emptiness" before all things were born!

The entire Primordial Void's radiance dims, all evolving laws instantly stall, then begin to reverse, collapsing toward "Nothing."

Facing this ultimate extinction capable of rebooting the universe, Wang Zhize doesn't even twitch a brow.

A hint of what could be called "compassion" hangs on his face as he watches the final madness.

"The final fuel, thank you."

He whispers.

"I define: this 'Return to Void' power as the source of creation for my world… the Source of Creation!"

Command issued.

Words become law!

That all‑consuming ultimate "Void," the moment it contacts the Newborn Realm's barrier, has its "Termination" and "Extinction" attributes forcibly erased and rewritten!

The impulse of destruction is twisted into a yearning for creation!

Black.

The ultimate darkness transforms into ultimate light!

The Newborn Realm, this fledgling world that has just gained "vessels" and "meridians," now resembles a gargantuan beast starving for billions of years, opening an invisible gaping maw!

Boom—boom—boom!

The redefined "Source of Creation" rushes in like a nine‑heaven silver river flowing backward!

Within the world, the most violent roar since the creation of heaven and earth erupts!

Continental plates expand exponentially, colliding and uplifting, forming unprecedented towering divine mountains!

Oceans materialize from nothing; from a single drop to a sea covering half the world in an instant!

Above the sky, stars ignite on the spot, a dazzling galaxy of billions of stars replaces the previously monotonous dome!

Green vitality no longer "crawls," it "explodes"!

Towering colossal trees burst from the ground, soaring to the clouds; each leaf on their massive crowns is a miniature ecosystem!

This world, in a bone‑crushing manner, frantically squeezes the Father of the Void's final worth!

"No… no…"

The Father of the Void's will, for the first time, generates emotion beyond logic.

Chaos.

Incomprehension.

And… fear.

Its origin, all of it, is becoming nourishment for the enemy.

It is "feeding" the new god that will replace it!

At this moment!

"Brother! I'm here!!"

A black‑gold streak tearing the void, bearing an overbearing aura that devours all, rushes in wildly!

Wang Zhitao arrives!

He instantly spots the rapidly dimming, frantically struggling core of the Father of the Void's will.

That thing… looks so feeble!

It smells… so fragrant!

It's literally a universe‑grade premium ingredient!

Wang Zhitao's saliva, on the conceptual level, is about to spill out.

He showed no hesitation at all, not even greeting Wang Zhze, as the colossal mouth capable of devouring stars suddenly opened and fiercely bit into that weak will essence!

Crack!

The crisp chewing sound resonated throughout the Core of the primal void.

"Delicious!!"

"Whoa! It's much more chewable than that iron lump (Void Watcher) last time! This texture, Q‑elastic and smooth, melts on the tongue!"

"Somewhat like... squid tentacles? No, it's even better than the belly of top‑grade bluefin tuna!"

Wang Zhitao, excited, flailed his arms and legs, emitting garbled roars while crazily tearing and devouring the Void Father's essence.

The dignity of the ancient deity vanished in that instant.

It became a snack in the gourmand's mouth.

Attack from inside and out!

Wang Zhze's "Definition" is to strip it of everything from the rule level.

Wang Zhitao's "Devour" is to annihilate its existence from the physical (conceptual physics) level.

Under the double blow, the Vast Will of the Void Father, like a punctured balloon, began to rapidly disperse and collapse.

Its "body" composed of pure concepts is being torn piece by piece by Wang Zhitao and stuffed into his mouth.

In the second before it completely dissipates.

A faint, fragmented thought, filled with utmost resentment and ultimate confusion, intermittently entered Wang Zhze's mind.

"You... your 'Definition'... does not belong to... any... known... law..."

"You... actually... are..."

The question was left unfinished.

Wang Zhze merely stared coldly at it all, a thought flashing in his mind.

"Just a... bug‑fix patch."

He raised his hand and gently clenched.

Buzz!

The Void Father's last remaining thread of essence, together with that unfinished last words, was completely crushed, turning into the purest nourishment, merging into the newborn realm.

From then on, the Old God fell!

The primal void, that realm once representing Termination and enslavement, after losing its former master, did not fall into silence.

It is cheering!

Every inch of space, every fragment of law, under Wang Zhze's Creative Divine Authority, began a brand‑new, vibrant evolution.

Chaos and void are being replaced by order and creation.

And the newborn realm, after devouring a complete essence of a 'Creator God' level, finally completed its final, and most crucial, ascension.

It is no longer 'newborn'.

It is 'Supreme'!

A brand‑new, complete, Supreme Universe bearing Wang Zhze's unique seal!

At that moment, Wang Zhze felt his consciousness infinitely elevated and infinitely extended.

He is no longer 'in' the world.

He is the world.

The world is him.

Each of his breaths is the tide of the world.

Each of his heartbeats is the birth and fading of stars.

A single thought can create a world.

A single word, and the law follows.

He became the new 'Lord of the Void'.

No.

He transcended that concept.

His domain is no longer a prison of despair and enslavement, but a creative realm of endless evolution that grants all things 'freedom' and 'possibility'.

He, indeed, is Heaven!