Chapter 801: Worth Marking

Reality is like water; above the surface of the water is above reality.

Li Heng saw that the four figures projected into the water manifested as the order that served as the foundation, the Reincarnation that served as the form, the Chaos that served as the anchor, and the Wisdom that served as the hope.

And the projection of that writhing thing trapped in the center.

Was precisely the endless Calamity and monsters within reality.

He walked upon the water of reality, and every step he took sent ripples across the surface, spreading out to transform into endless storms and undercurrents within reality, scouring the four directions, purifying, expelling, and annihilating the Calamity and monsters within.

Yet the root of all this still lay in that writhing thing.

If the root is not resolved, no matter how one annihilates them, it is of no avail.

"The four of you, thank you for your hard work."

Li Heng arrived before the four figures, nodding in salute.

The four figures did not respond, standing in dead silence.

They were already thoroughly dead; their very beings had transformed into a cage of reality, sealing the writhing thing, so it was naturally impossible for them to rise from the dead and communicate with Li Heng.

Li Heng understood this point as well, looking up toward the center.

The writhing thing lit up its eyes, looking back at him, like the gaze of an endless Abyss, but beyond that, there was no reaction.

"What exactly is this thing?"

Li Heng spoke softly, talking to himself.

Was this ultimately a type of Calamity or a monster? Perhaps neither, or perhaps both. If he were to describe it by his first impression, he only felt that this writhing thing was a phenomenon.

Not a natural disaster, not a mutation, not a distortion.

But an objectively existing phenomenon.

And this phenomenon led to the appearance of Calamity and monsters.

So, is this writhing thing the root of Calamity and monsters?

But judging from the strength of its power and its status, it did not seem so.

"Forget it, no matter what kind of thing it is, if it is killed, it will die."

Li Heng shook his head, casting the doubts in his heart out of his mind. The true purpose of his trip was for the Source Power Authority; everything else had to make way for the Source Power Authority.

He waved his large hand, condensing the Great Dao Sword.

That which is above form is called the Dao; that which is below form is called an implement.

To slay such a metaphysical conceptual phenomenon, one must use metaphysical means. He had already infused the Great Dao Sword with Source Power, ensuring it could ignore all so-called immortality.

The next moment, the four figures moved.

But it was extremely Ominous.

Because the four figures were also constantly writhing, blooming with an Unknown and Terror-filled aura of Pollution, slowly closing in on Li Heng, radiating extremely intense hostility.

But at the same time, each of these four figures possessed another completely different power, which was currently resisting and purifying the aura of Pollution on their bodies, attempting to return everything to its original state.

Li Heng sighed.

"It is truly so; even the bodies of Dao Lords will be distorted and alienated. If the Pollution continues like this, no matter how many contingency plans those four Dao Lords left behind, it would not be enough."

"However, you also deserve to die. If you wanted to attack me, you should have just done it; why bother disturbing the dead and defiling their corpses?"

He said indifferently, and the Great Dao Sword slashed down.

The four figures stopped moving instantly, and the phenomenon of writhing, distortion, and alienation weakened accordingly. That strike had severed the connection between the four figures and the writhing thing, leaving the Pollution on the figures like a tree without roots or water without a source, making it unable to control the figures any longer.

When all is said and done, the current Pollution is not yet too severe. Without the infusion of the writhing thing's power, the power within the four figures is sufficient to slowly purify the Pollution over time.

"Next, it is your turn."

Li Heng slashed down with his sword again, and the writhing thing was severed. But even so, the writhing thing still did not die, and even maintained considerable vitality.

Furthermore, this strike also broke the seal of the four Dao Lords.

Therefore, the writhing thing broke out of the seal.

The entire environment began to distort and alienate, like a quagmire of flesh and blood, constantly writhing; even on Li Heng's body, the phenomenon of writhing appeared, as if countless insects were crawling and gnawing inside his body, and he was trapped deep in the quagmire, unable to move.

The writhing thing began to slowly move toward Li Heng.

It moved to Li Heng's front, clinging to Li Heng's body like a slime, beginning to wrap around Li Heng's form; after the wrapping was complete, it began to writhe violently, as if it were digesting.

But the next moment, scorching flames rose up.

It directly burned the writhing thing into ashes, once again revealing Li Heng's form, his expression calm as usual, without a hint of disarray, as if nothing had just happened.

In fact, it could be said that nothing had happened.

For instance, the writhing thing that had already been burned to ashes was currently still before Li Heng's eyes, writhing incessantly. It did not suddenly appear or suddenly resurrect; it had been there the whole time!

Li Heng was thoughtful.

He looked at his surroundings, which had thoroughly turned into a writhing Abyss.

It seems that in this environment, everything within is uncertain, all is Chaos Unknown, and even with the strength and realm of a Dao Lord, it is not enough to collapse this Unknown into the Known, to anchor an Absolute, immutable result.

So even if he burned the writhing thing to ashes, it was useless.

Because this determined result returned to the Unknown the next moment.

"No wonder the four Dao Lords could do nothing to you."

Li Heng said softly.

"You are very strong; that strike just now hurt me."

At this moment, the writhing thing spoke; it indeed possessed Wisdom.

That strike just now?

That should have been the strike that cut through both the seal and the writhing thing, mixed with Source Power, ignoring immortality, and because the writhing thing had not yet broken out of the seal at that time, its power could not be fully deployed, hence why it was able to be hurt.

"What exactly are you?"

Li Heng began to prepare, while simultaneously asking aloud.

"I am a phenomenon, a phenomenon you cannot face."

The writhing thing said.

"So what kind of phenomenon is it exactly?"

Li Heng's aura began to sublimate, on the verge of erupting.

"You are not qualified to know."

The writhing thing answered thus.

Perhaps this thing only possessed simple intelligence?

But none of this mattered anymore.

Li Heng's mind sank slightly, completely reaching the ultimate sublimation, almost draining the Dao Lord power bestowed upon him by the Great Void, while simultaneously pouring in a massive amount of Source Power; ignoring its immortality, he also anchored a single, definite result, which was to thoroughly slay this writhing thing!

Following that, sword light streaked across, and everything stood still.

Like a knife cutting through tofu, it sliced open this writhing thing once more, causing it to completely lose its vitality, stop writhing, fall into dead silence, and turn into several ugly corpse chunks.

It was dead.

Li Heng nodded, very certain that he had killed this writhing thing.

He received the notification of Source Power arrival, and the Disaster and monsters within this Reality had also completely lost their source, no longer able to appear Infinite.

But the next moment, the corpse chunks moved again.

They gathered back together, writhing incessantly.

Li Heng was somewhat astonished; what was going on?

It didn't die?

No, it seemed it wasn't that it didn't die, but rather that after gathering back together, its aura had become somewhat different; it seemed to be a new individual. He furrowed his brows, observing some differences.

At this moment, the revived writhing thing spoke again.

"You are quite good; having killed me, you are worthy of being marked by me..."