Chapter 338: The Truth of Reincarnation

Who am I?

This thought is like an unsolvable bug; for the first time, it pierces the Divine Origin of absolute order that Wang Zhize possesses.

He defines all things and rewrites reality.

He is the creator god of the Realm of Rebirth, the master of the board.

Yet this wall, this ancient, crumbling mural, acts like a mirror, reflecting a possibility he never imagined.

He might, in fact, be only a pawn.

A foretold character, a program running along a predetermined track.

Are the so‑called transmigration, the system, and my definition merely a line of code in a grander script?

At the far end of the mural, a vague figure emerges from the Realm of Rebirth, reshaping the universe… that silhouette is strikingly similar to him.

The Creator has perished, the cycle restarts, awaiting the Returner, Termination of all.

"Returner?"

"I—am returning... or becoming?"

Boom!

The Divine Origin erupts explosively. Countless law chains are stretched taut under this self‑question, howling as they near rupture. It is a terror more dreadful than any external foe, striking at the very foundation of existence.

【Error: Self‑awareness module encountered a logical paradox.】

【Query: My definition.】

【Result: Conflict.】

Wang Zhize's will stirs a storm within the Immortal Palace Great Hall, causing ripples even in space itself.

Li Hu snaps to alert, the muscles beneath his tactical gloves tensing; he senses a disturbance emanating from the highest authority.

And Wang Zhitao, his reaction is more immediate.

"Brother?"

In his perpetually food‑obsessed mind, for the first time, he clearly catches a hint of emotion not belonging to hunger—a trace of chaos from Wang Zhize.

At that moment, deep within the hall, a sphere of light shatters the stagnation.

It is a fist‑sized, condensed yet un‑dispersing light orb.

It isn't blinding, but feels like a dawn containing an entire universe. Pure, ancient, boundless Immortal Dao laws circulate within; each pulse makes the spirit energy of the tiny world resonate.

The last spark of the Primordial Immortal Dao civilization.

Immortal Dao Origin!

"Good... so fragrant..."

Wang Zhitao's gaze changes instantly.

It is an instinct surpassing mere hunger, an attraction from the root of a concept. His dark‑gold pupils contract to needle points, his mouth curls, a strand of silvery saliva drips, corroding the ageless Immortal Stone floor into a tiny "sizzling" pit.

"Swallow it!"

"Eat it!!!"

The thought explodes like ten thousand suns in his mind. Swallow that light, and he can reach an entirely new tier!

"Stop!"

Li Hu lets out a low growl, dashing to block Wang Zhitao. He feels Wang Zhitao's aura spiraling out of control; the concept‑force that devours all is about to materialize, ready to gnaw the Immortal Palace clean.

"Eat..." Wang Zhitao emits a beast‑like low growl from his throat, advancing step by step, ignoring Li Hu's warning entirely.

【Wang Zhitao, authority locked. Hold position.】

A temperature‑less will, like an absolute‑zero iron clamp, instantly locks every cell of Wang Zhitao.

Wang Zhitao's body jolts and stiffens; the boiling hunger is brutally suppressed. Pain and confusion flash across his face as he stares fixedly at the Immortal Dao Origin, a "whu‑whu" wail issuing from his throat.

He longs for it.

But he obeys his brother even more.

Wang Zhize's will has ripped itself out of that brief self‑doubt.

"Who am I?"

This question has no answer.

Or rather, I must define the answer myself.

"If I am destined to be the Returner, then I will define what returning means. If I am merely a character in a script, I will tear the script apart and write my own!"

His divine authority, after weathering the shock of this fissure, not only remains intact but becomes denser, impervious to interference.

He faces a choice.

Consume this Immortal Dao Origin.

With his current divine authority plus Wang Zhitao's devouring concept, he could claim this power in an instant. He would instantly become the true new ruler of this Primordial realm, his strength soaring.

But that is merely repeating the old path of the Chaotic Sovereign from past eras.

Plunder, devour, annihilate.

Then wait for the next cycle.

The figure on the mural, the Creator, wields power leaning toward creation.

Wang Zhize's will scrutinizes the Immortal Dao Origin, devoid of greed, only absolute calm and analysis.

Pure consumption brings no true evolution.

Only through fusion and symbiosis can a system surpassing the cycle be forged.

Cultivation is the most efficient expansion.

【I define: Immortal Dao Origin, renamed as Core of the Realm of Rebirth·Primordial Immortal Dao System.】

【I define: Activate the Law Fusion Protocol, integrating it into the main network of the Realm of Rebirth.】

Wang Zhize's will drew out countless golden threads of order, gently yet forcefully enveloping that mass of Immortal Dao origin.

The origin trembled wildly, and the ancient Immortal Dao laws instinctively resisted this foreign, completely different force of order.

But Wang Zhize's definition is truth.

In the face of absolute divine authority, resistance is meaningless.

The Immortal Dao origin's radiance gradually steadied, finally condensing into a stream of light that pierced the void and merged directly into the distant Newborn Realm.

Meanwhile, within the frontier base.

On Li Hu's tactical panel, a brand‑new top‑level command popped up.

【Mission Update: Establish an Immortal Dao Science Research Institute, decipher Immortal Palace scriptures, integrate existing technology, and create an Immortal Science system. Objective: mass‑produce Qi Training Stage standard combat units.】

Li Hu stared at the order and fell silent for a moment.

To send a squad of interstellar soldiers accustomed to energy rifles and concept bombs to cultivate?

He looked around; the soldiers who had just been mining had already received the same command. A burly man clumsily cradled a jade tablet, and his exoskeleton armor's energy readout was simulating the breathing technique on the tablet, trying to find the most efficient spiritual energy conversion rate.

Nonsense.

Yet... it was also inevitable.

This is Wang Zhize's style.

Inside the Immortal Palace, as the Immortal Dao origin departed, the sky‑blocking mural's final fragment of information finally opened completely to Wang Zhize.

This time, he saw more than just history.

But the truth.

One scene after another streamed like a data flood, washing over his divine origin.

He saw that the Primordial World was not locked in a dead‑heat with the Chaos Sovereign.

It was battling a greater, unsolvable terror—the End.

It was an absolute entropy increase from beyond the universe, the ultimate fate of all things' heat death.

To oppose this slow, irreversible death, the Primordial World itself evolved a self‑rescue mechanism.

That mechanism is Reincarnation.

Every epoch, when the world's internal laws and energy become too complex and heavy from evolution and begin to be eroded by the End, the Primordial World triggers a formatting protocol.

It shatters all accumulated civilization, laws, and energy of the epoch, returning them to chaos.

Then, from a void, it begins evolution anew.

The cycle repeats.

With each reboot, it discards the End like a maggot on a heel bone.

The Chaos Sovereign is not a destroyer.

It is the executor of this self‑rescue mechanism.

It is the system administrator that maintains the ancient order of Reincarnation.

A ruthless scavenger.

Its purpose is not destruction, but to preserve the Primordial system through cyclical destruction and rebirth.

Wang Zhize's appearance, bearing a brand‑new foreign order law, in its view is like a powerful unknown virus that is breaking the balance it has maintained for billions of years.

Therefore, it must eliminate Wang Zhize.

So that's how it is.

Wang Zhize's will completely settled.

The battle with the Chaos Sovereign has never been an invasion versus resistance, nor a clash of order versus chaos.

It is a collision of two different orders.

One is the old order that clings to destruction and reboot.

The other is the new order representing consumption and integration.

"Who is right? Who is wrong?"

There is no right or wrong.

Only who can better oppose the End, who can… survive.

Conquering the Primordial World cannot rely on brute force alone.

He needs to find a balance point.

One that can both sustain the Primordial World's existence and flawlessly merge it into his own Newborn Realm system… a brand‑new covenant.

Wang Zhize's will fell beyond the Immortal Palace, onto the endless chaos.

A faint smile curled at his mouth.

It wasn't a human laugh, but the delight of a programmer who discovered a system bug and is about to start writing a cheat.

【My definition: Chaos Sovereign, functional system patch (pending compatibility).】

【My definition: Primordial Reincarnation, defined as a legacy antivirus program (pending upgrade).】

【Ultimate goal: seize the system's highest privileges.】