I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Regarding what Modoro Nightwalker was doing, Rezhe wore an indifferent sneer, his eyes filled with a sense of anticipation for a good show.

This night traveler can also be considered his divine child.

Moreover, in his personality setting, apart from being egotistical, he is similar to his, no, to Reiji's original body in the Extreme Zero.

The reason Reiji was surprised was that he sensed that after Modoro Nightwalker fell into the Singularity of the Throne of God, his connection with his own body began to deepen.

Furthermore, given the other party's talent and intelligence, upon discovering that their connection with the fourth day is not close, they will likely trace back along a certain line.

In other words, it is highly likely that Modoro's Night Journey is linked to Rezer's original body.

..........

As Lei Zhe spoke, the perspectives of countless viewers shifted to another angle.

The scene that greeted the eyes of countless viewers at this moment was the horizon of the realm, which could also be described as a singularity belonging to the throne of gods.

This special place has been witnessed by countless viewers.

After all, Skadi and Matilda fought here during the fourth day, and Ren Fujii and Reinhard also fell here during their final battle.

A slender yet tall figure came into the view of countless spectators, dressed in an incomparably solemn black Yin-Yang robe, the attire that Modara had worn in his previous life.

Now that the Godhood of Seekers has been restored, it has been transformed back through divine power.

At this moment, Ye Xing kept his eyes tightly closed, but the third eye on his forehead was open and shone brightly.

Sojiro and Shiori have already left, and he is now heading to the Kamikura Singularity alone.

With his hands forming a mudra, he mobilized his divine power, aligning his soul with it, and began to fall steadily toward the divine throne.

To guide one's own individual existence to a deeper level of realm, to a more powerful presence around oneself.

Dimensions and dimensions constantly twisted and changed around him, then gradually turned into a vast expanse of white. This falling white passage was a colorless and transparent area that would not affect his nighttime travel.

However, the skin can feel that everything around it is like crystal-clear water, or like a perfectly clean sterile box, showcasing the part of the world that belongs to "nothingness".

This is not a realm that the concept of "human" can enter. It is very vast. Although there is no external exclusion, things that are too small can easily lose their individuality here and become part of this place.

So, as Modoro walked at night, he thought, "This is a world that only gods can enter."

Those who haven't reached Taiji, or the divine level, won't be eroded by this place, but they can't tolerate this transparency.

It's like a grain of sugar falling into a sea that could submerge an entire continent; the sugar will melt, but the seawater will not become sweet in the slightest.

But that only applies to mortals. For beings who transcend mortals, the seeds of a new world can be sown here.

In other words, that is the owner of the domineering Tai Chi.

Only those who can encompass the infinite dimensions of the world can operate in this sky and create the truth of a new world.

There can only be one color. Two tigers cannot share one mountain, and two gods cannot share one world. It's alright for those who seek the Dao, but for the domineering gods, they cannot exist unless they destroy the master who occupies this place.

When Motara arrived here by night travel, because he was the Taiji seeking the Tao, he would not conflict with any of the principles here.

Furthermore, the more powerful a deity is, the deeper into which it can establish its dwelling place.

The accumulated power of the domineering gods who have ascended to the thrones of gods throughout history has made this place unfathomably deep.

After all, the divine throne will only get stronger with each generation.

"I... came here once, fighting alongside my lord, falling, and finally perishing..."

Modoro slid his shell into an unprecedentedly strong form and continued to sink, but halfway down he couldn't help but murmur and recall his past lives.

Just as he said, he had been here before, but not alone.

During the fourth day, as a member of Matilda's powerful army, he engaged in a fierce battle with Skadi in the divine realm.

The battle at that time affected the entire God Throne. The surge in divine quality caused by their fierce battle also created a "hole" in the God Throne universe, forming an enormous singularity.

That's why he felt a connection to this place at night; the familiarity reminded him that he had been here before and died here.

"Buzz—!"

Suddenly, the ever-falling night traveler sensed that the color of the blank area had changed, and a strong sense of smearing and conquest over the soul swept over him.

In just a moment, Modoro Nightwalker understood the situation.

The lingering brilliance of the old world (the domineering laws) is welcoming Modoro's Night Journey.

"This is......."

Modoro was no longer sure if he was himself. He felt the domineering laws eroding his soul and knew that this was the staining of his soul by domineering forces.

I never expected that even remnants of laws could achieve this level of power, considering that the origins of these laws were destroyed along with the old world.

Two colors, or rather the two poles of Tai Chi, are displayed in the eye of the night traveler, Modoro.

Two poles opposing each other, two poles reversing, two poles cycling...

Good and evil, heaven and earth, right and wrong... everything stands in stark contrast.

This Tai Chi symbol speaks of the truth of two poles, the different beauty of this shore and the other shore, and I love and yearn for this framework.

The Night Journey of Modora can be seen as one of the two extremes, and this Tai Chi naturally welcomes gods who seek the Tao that are different from it.

"The prayers of the ancient gods, the Tai Chi that once permeated the world, is also... the original Tai Chi. How interesting. So this is its structure? Is this the depth (level) of someone who has reached the [Seat]? The remnants of Tai Chi that have been shattered?"

This can be described as a divine specimen, a medal-like object, with its domineering release and succession, a marvelous design that suggests the next world will become even more powerful.

Throughout history, the loser has always been subordinate to the winner.

Therefore, the domineering laws of the past remain in the form of these remnants, transforming into one of the forces that the new gods can drive.

At this moment, the scene that appeared before the Night-Walking Eye of Modoro and countless spectators was both incredibly beautiful and... eerie.

White and black, blue and red, light and dark, surface and interior, top and bottom...

Boundless, the sky above and below formed an alien-like space, where all the contrasting, opposing, and mutually restraining phenomena and concepts in the world were right before our eyes.

The flowing, ever-changing mandala, like a kaleidoscope, is filled with infinite colors, yet it has no independent existence.

Under this absolute law, there must be opposing forces that are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining.

No words can describe this place other than its beauty, but Matara Nightwalker sensed something amiss. Gazing upon the magnificent mandala before him with his divine eye, he murmured softly:

"Black and white...Avesta? Besides being beautiful, it also makes me nauseous."

Yes, it made Modorus nauseous during his night walks.

The overwhelming array of colors in the woven fabric before me possessed a dazzling beauty, yet also a nauseating ugliness.

A vulgar person might find the owner of this color beautiful, but Modoro Nightwalker senses that the owner of this color is not a good person, or even mentally ill.

After all, although his Heavenly Eye was not as powerful as that of a certain Thousand-Eyed Emperor, it was still able to glean thoughts from these remnants.

The God of Seeking the Way can never overcome this law; no matter what, he can never defeat the God of the Throne.

However, Modoro's Night Journey did not stoop so low as to think he was no match for the scum.

Therefore, in the face of the ancient overlord who intended to stain his soul, Modoro Nightwalker burned his divine power, a sneer on his lips, and began to continuously increase his own purity to resist the invasion of this polar opposite sky.

Then, regarding the source of this domineering law... what kind of desire wove this law with? The Night Walker of Matara, maintaining his individual self, began to analyze it, revealing the identity of this first god.

The image of a blurry young woman dressed in strange robes, which were hard to distinguish as either a shamanic garment or a battle suit, began to take shape in the divine light emanating from the third eye on the forehead of Matara Nightwalker.

Her hair was a striking blend of two colors, her eyes were rainbow-colored with different shades on each side, and she held a unique weapon that resembled two longswords joined together at the hilt.

Beautiful, ah, indeed, even though the female image is blurry, one can still feel her beauty. However, Ye Xing cannot like or appreciate her at all.

because.......

"Neither the general's beauty nor that wheelchair's beauty made me feel nauseous."

Nightwalker muttered to himself, showing no mercy, that the blurry image of the woman in his Heavenly Eye vision gave him a very bad impression.

She is as lovable as an innocent maiden, as composed as a quiet lady, yet also like a lewd and cruel vile woman, a creature exuding a vile and pleasurable aura.

However, even though he didn't have a good impression of the first seat of the throne, Matara Yagyō still analyzed the "principle" of this Tai Chi.

The first feeling I had was one of "oppression."

"Emotions that cannot be awakened... are sealed and suppressed. The meaning of survival lies in thinking, and everyone is always praying. They believe that the process of praying is more valuable than the wish itself."

"Everyone's thoughts are different, and their pursuits and outcomes are naturally different as well. I never get tired of this concept and I love it."

"Nothing is ever perfect. There are misunderstandings, conflicts, incomprehension, separation... Women deeply love this concept: this shore and the other shore are different, different scenery is separated by realms, forming the myriad forms of the world, which is extremely beautiful."

"All of this is a story woven by the human heart, which is why it is incomplete, fleeting, precious and beautiful. No matter what the path leads to—we will not lose our true selves, we swear."

"......"

He fell silent, and Modoro Nightwalker closed his eyes to carefully comprehend the true meaning of Tai Chi. He had never imagined that the original structure would be like this.

Because he didn't know what this woman had gone through, Ye Xing naturally didn't know how this desire came about.

Is this shore different from the other shore? Do we love this concept?

On the first day—no, perhaps even further back in time—what happened to make the woman have this thought?

Moreover, if one were to express this origin of the world in a single sentence, Nightwalker would choose to use an ambiguous expression.

"This Tai Chi stands at the pinnacle of absolute goodness, and what is opposed to it is considered evil. The world revolves endlessly around it."

"This origin, this tyranny, imposes endless struggle upon all things in the universe; madness and compassion, sorrow and joy... are all manifestations of dualism."

The more I analyze the night walk, the more obvious the distortions of the first day seem.

This is a Lord who purposefully shapes the world in this way. To say that the other party has no self-awareness of their own "reason" is something I, Ye Xing, do not believe even a fraction of.

The reason for turning the world into a world of struggle where good and evil alternate is either out of personal preference or for a specific purpose.

"Struggle...the throne...is this...is the Lord of this throne rehearsing the replacement of the throne?!"

After piecing together all the fragmented information, Modoro couldn't help but be surprised.

After all, they are just too similar. The rotation of the throne and the rotation of the first day are not just similar or alike.

Is it because the original structure was like this that the phenomenon of changing seats occurred in later generations?

Each generation of the throne is stronger than the last, just as good and evil are constantly changing. Whether it is great good or great evil, it will eventually be replaced.

"Women are those who sing praises of love, regard courage as noble, and believe in bonds; women are also those who enjoy cruelty, revel in pleasure, and mock and trample on the weak."

"It's both good and evil, hope and despair. Believing you're righteous? Hah... This kind of guy probably doesn't care about what's positive or negative."

"Overflowing with despicable justice and sublime evil, what a corrupt guy. I wonder if this woman has any self-awareness."