Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1800 My Way is the Way of God

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"I am who I am!"

An unwavering conviction erupted from the deepest part of Xiao Yi's soul!

boom--! ! !
A violent roar from the very source of consciousness!
Supported by this explosive power originating from her sea of ​​consciousness, Xiaoyi's disintegrating consciousness projection instantly solidified.

This is the advantage of playing at home.

She took a sudden step forward!
This step disregarded the barriers of space and the surging repulsive force, forcefully re-anchoring the connection that was about to break.

She forcefully resisted the force that threatened to crush and expel her, and once again closed the distance between herself and the seated "self," her gaze sharp as lightning, piercing through the veil and striking deep into the other's eyes:
"Answer me! Why am I trapped here? Why is the Upper Soul Nest closed?"

Xiao Yi's icy question pierced through the silence of the purple aura, striking the purple-clad figure sitting cross-legged, a mirror image of hers.

In the depths of her chaotic eyes as she sat cross-legged, ripples seemed to surge like stardust exploding for a moment.

The delicate, orchid-like fingers, which had maintained a perfect posture, twitched very slightly...

There was no verbal response.

But an overwhelming and irresistible will, originating from the primordial era, suddenly pressed down from that towering, azure-white Dharma image.

This time, it was no longer a spatial repulsion, but a pure, heavy pressure originating from the source of life and time, like a towering mountain collapsing, crashing down upon Xiaoyi's wisp of consciousness projection.

Xiao Yi let out a muffled groan, and the purple light of her condensed consciousness vibrated violently, as if she were about to be crushed into dust.

Thoughts become sluggish under this vast and majestic aura.

The divine light flowing from the Dharma form contained within each ray a power of law that made her soul tremble—the power that governs the rise and fall of all things and the cycle of destiny!

The seated "she" slowly lifted a sliver of her tightly closed eyelashes, revealing a deep and endless chaotic color, containing the swirling of stars and the withering and flourishing of plants.

That chaotic gaze calmly fell on Xiaoyi's face. Although it showed no emotion, it made Xiaoyi feel the coldest scrutiny—like a high and mighty god looking down on an ant trying to understand divine will.

A single thought, like the cold law itself, resonated directly within Xiaoyi's soul:

"I am you. You are not me."

"Confined? Not confined. Your weak mind is no match for my weight."

"This is not a cage, but a sanctuary."

This thought clearly explained the "imprisonment" and "guidance" of the previous layers of consciousness space—it was not a malicious confinement, but rather that her immature spiritual world could not bear the full awakening of the divine source power.

Those spaces were buffers and protective layers spontaneously constructed by divine power, preventing her fragile consciousness from being instantly overwhelmed by the divine torrent.

At the same time, this thought also proclaimed a cold truth: she was merely a vessel, while the "she" sitting here was the true core existence possessing vast power and representing the authority of the Lesser Master of Fate—the divine will.

"Protection?" A defiant flame instantly ignited deep within Xiaoyi's purple eyes.

She could clearly sense the almost condescending indifference in the other's mind; her will as a "container" was insignificant before the power of divinity. She suddenly looked up, staring directly at those chaotic eyes. The twin martial souls deep within her sea of ​​consciousness—the root tree that carried her own will, the spiritual reflection and embodiment of multiple attribute origins—the numerous cyclones of the cyclone realm suddenly erupted with unprecedented light.

The vines twisted and turned like dragons, the willow branches swayed and pierced the air, and the vortex roared and swirled... Under the command of her will, all kinds of forces resonated forcefully and withstood the vast divine power.

Her voice pierced through the heavy oppressive force, echoing and reverberating; it was not a roar, but a declaration of her soul:

"My consciousness! My body! My will!"

"The path of this world is the one I have chosen! The way of the Lesser Master of Fate is the one I wish to follow!"

Even if you are the source, you still need to borrow my body!

"Asylum? Recognition?!—I don't need that!"

Every word was like a thunderclap in the spiritual world!
She is asserting sovereignty! She is challenging the will of that supreme deity!
She is not a passive container; she wants to be an active controller and a practitioner of her ideals!
This resolute determination is the core of her will to rebuild the Wood Department and use this world as a foundation to continue the path of "Young Master of Fate"!

Boom! ! !

As Xiao Yi's soul and will erupted, the towering, azure-white Dharma image suddenly trembled violently, its flowing divine light flickering and its vast pressure surging like a tide.

At the same time, the entire purple cloud sea space began to shake and twist violently.

It resembled a blue-white Dharma image, responding to Xiaoyi's declaration.

For the first time, a noticeable fluctuation appeared in the eyes of the purple-clad figure sitting cross-legged—no longer indifference, but a kind of astonishment that had touched the very core of his being.
Xiaoyi accurately captured this instantaneous change.

opportunity!

Without the slightest hesitation, her body reacted before her mind!
The right hand, which had been hanging by its side, suddenly rose.

An ancient and mysterious orchid finger gesture, exactly the same as the posture she was maintaining while sitting cross-legged, instantly took shape at her fingertips.

This movement is an unconscious echo of the body in slumber, the most basic yet most profound starting gesture of the Yin-Yang School's finger techniques, and a manifestation of the perfect unity between her soul's will and her inherited bloodline at this moment.

Om-!
A strange resonance force, ignoring spatial distance and divine power, instantly crossed the chasm and precisely connected with the orchid finger held by "her" fingertips.

Like two mirrors from the same source, they fit together perfectly at this moment.

Her body trembled violently!
The fluctuations in the Eye of Chaos instantly transformed into tangible ripples, and for the first time, the seemingly unchanging posture showed signs of being shaken by external forces.

boom--! ! !
The entire purple cloud sea space was like a lake surface tossed with a giant rock, the scene distorted wildly.

Countless fragments of space, like shattered glass kaleidoscopes, flickered, intersected, and annihilated wildly at the edge of Xiaoyi's rapidly fading consciousness.

It's more terrifying than any previous breakup and rebuilding!
It is no longer a one-sided rejection or guidance, but a violent storm generated by the intense collision of two wills from the same source.

Xiao Yi's consciousness was like a lone boat in a raging sea.

She held fast to her composure, letting the storm tear at her, but her gaze pierced through the chaotic fragments, firmly fixed on the seated figure.

A faint yet incredibly clear thought, carrying a trace of something unprecedented and indescribable... bewilderment?
It pierced through the chaotic fragments of space and crashed directly into Xiaoyi's soul core:

"You...are I?"

(End of this chapter)