Projection of the Heavens: I prove my immortality through slaughter.

"boom--!"

The purplish-gold drill collided violently with the torrent of eerie green tentacles! There was no deafening roar, only the most intense and essential annihilation and confrontation between two completely different laws and wills within a small space!

At the tip of the drill bit, the Great Dao of Power endows it with indestructible penetration, while the Dao of Annihilation continuously dismantles the mad will contained within the green tentacles. And that trace of "singularity" power originating from the primordial universe is like a stabilizing needle, firmly securing the core structure of the drill bit and preventing it from being polluted or assimilated by that all-pervasive madness.

However, the power of the former divided spirit far exceeded expectations. That eerie green light seemed to connect to the boundless sea of ​​power within the slumbering main body deep within R'lyeh, flowing endlessly, layer upon layer. Every inch the drill advanced required a massive expenditure of Lin Hai's divine sense and willpower. Under the continuous onslaught of the external dream's erosion, the barrier of reason grew increasingly dim, cracks appearing and disappearing, teetering on the brink of collapse.

This is not merely a clash of forces, but the ultimate collision of two forms of existence—one is the path of cultivation that pursues transcendence, order, and control, while the other represents the ancient laws that embody chaos, madness, and the indescribable!

Just when things were at a stalemate and fraught with danger, a glimmer of inspiration suddenly shone from the depths of Lin Xuan's Dao heart, like a lightning bolt flashing in the darkness!

He had always passively viewed this ancient power as "pollution" and "madness" that needed to be resisted and eradicated. But existence is its own justification. Isn't this so-called "madness" also an alternative "Tao" of this universe, or rather, a certain dimension?

Is it a "Tao" that abandons rationality, embraces chaos, and unites all things into one?

If we simply reject and resist it, we will never truly understand it, let alone defeat it, or even... utilize it!

This thought was like a venomous snake, alluring yet dangerous. But Lin Xuan's Dao heart had long transcended simple good and evil and common sense, pointing directly to the origin of all things. What he pursued was "transcendence," the insight into all the mysteries of the universe, rather than being confined to a certain cognitive system.

"Let me see for myself what's so mysterious about your 'path of madness'!"

A resolute and inquisitive glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes. Instead of intensifying his resistance, he proactively released a sliver of his barrier against the dream's erosion, while maintaining his drill attack and keeping his mental barrier intact!

He wanted to personally "experience" this madness! He would use his unchanging Dao heart as a boat to cross this endless sea of ​​madness!

In an instant, a chaotic torrent, ten or even a hundred times stronger than before, swept away the defense that had been deliberately released and surged into the core of Lin Xuan's divine sense!

"Gurgle...all things will eventually return to the great Cthulhu..." "Time...is an illusory cage..." "Form...is a laughable constraint...to merge into one...is eternity..." "Behold...the rotating stargate...is beckoning..."

Countless blasphemous knowledge, distorted views of time and space, denial of life forms, and fanatical worship of that sleeping being... like the most filthy mudslide, instantly engulfed Lin Xuan's consciousness.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a bizarre kaleidoscope. Stars were beating hearts, rivers were flowing brains, and mountains were frozen terrors. He witnessed countless civilizations born in a fog of ignorance, only to self-destruct after encountering some indescribable truth. He felt his memories being altered, his perception being distorted, and he even began to doubt the very existence of himself…

This is a direct attack aimed at the source, designed to fundamentally dismantle the perception of "self" and assimilate it into a part of mad chaos.

However, Lin Xuan's Dao heart was like a reef in a stormy sea.

No matter how fiercely the waves crash against me, I remain unmoved!

At the core of his consciousness, he seemed to have transformed into an absolutely calm and objective "observer." He no longer judged these floods of frenzied information based on his own sense of good and evil, likes and dislikes, but rather analyzed, understood, and dissected them as if studying a completely new and unfamiliar system of laws!

He regarded blasphemous knowledge as a description of the universe from another perspective; he took that distorted view of spacetime as a reference for understanding higher dimensions; he saw the denial of form as an extreme exploration of the essence of life; he even understood the worship of the ancient rulers as a unique and distorted way of using the power of faith...

I neither resist nor agree with it, but simply understand it.

Under this extremely calm, almost "detached" observation and analysis, the mysterious veil of the raging torrent that was originally enough to instantly collapse any living being was peeled away layer by layer, revealing certain "laws" that were operating within it.

He discovered that this "madness" was not entirely chaotic. It had its own unique "logic," a logic built on chaos and irrationality. The way it eroded reason was not through brute force, but rather through a higher-dimensional "information pollution" and "cognitive distortion."

The core of all this is the ultimate concept of abandoning the individual and integrating into the whole (chaos).

"So that's how it is..." Lin Xuan's consciousness flickered with a light of enlightenment amidst the frenzied vortex. "Ultimate chaos is also a kind of 'order.' However, this kind of order is not what I seek."

He understood the essence of this ancient power, and his resolve to follow the Dao strengthened. His Dao was about control, transcendence, and maintaining his true self amidst all realms, rather than dissolving into chaos.

Once you understand the opponent's "Tao," you can then analyze their attack methods and potentially find a way to counter them.

The relentless erosion of dreams, from its "analysis" perspective, is no longer an untraceable form of mental pollution, but rather a "flow of information" composed of chaotic laws of a specific frequency.

"Found... your 'frequency'!"

Lin Xuan's consciousness was like a super-fast calculation array, frantically working to peel away the meaningless noise in the torrent of chaos and capture the core law fluctuations.

Finally, deep within that endless chaos of information, he caught a faint, yet persistent, core wave of will belonging to that old, fragmented spirit—a unique frequency filled with ancient stillness and a yearning for "awakening" and "return"!

"Nirvana... is not your destiny. But it can grant you... temporary 'peace'!"

Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light! He mobilized his deepest understanding of the Dao of "annihilation," no longer using it for large-scale annihilation, but for the most precise control.

He adjusted his own Daoist aura of annihilation to a specific frequency that was completely opposite to, yet subtly antagonistic to, the core will fluctuations he had captured!

Then, like the most skilled musician, he plucked the string that could reverse the course of history!

A wisp of gray, annihilating ripple, so subtle yet embodying Lin Xuan's highest understanding of "end" and "nothingness," spread out quietly from him like ripples on water.

This ripple did not attack the eerie green energy, but rather precisely and silently... caressed the eerie green light burning in the statue's eye sockets, caressed the dream-corroding power that permeated the entire hall, and caressed the core will of the old, divided spirit!

"Buzz..."

It was as if the pause button had been pressed.

The surging, frenzied torrent abruptly halted. The eerie green tentacles, entwined with the purple-gold drill, slowed their movements. The light in the statue's eye sockets flickered and faded violently, like a candle in the wind. The blasphemous and insane murmurs seemed to be strangled, becoming fragmented and filled with... astonishment and bewilderment?

It couldn't understand why this tiny, rational being could not only resist its erosion, but also directly interfere with its most fundamental will fluctuations in a way it couldn't comprehend. It was as if it had been caught off guard in the madness it knew best, by the other party using a different kind of "order" that it was unfamiliar with!

Seize this opportunity!

"break!"

How could Lin Xuan miss this fleeting opportunity! The purple-gold drill shone brightly, and the condensed power exploded!

"Snap—!"

A clear sound, like jade shattering, rang out sharply in the silent hall!

The dark green statue had a large crack that spread rapidly upwards from the spot on its chest where the drill had hit it, instantly covering its entire body!

The next moment, the entire statue shattered into countless green pebbles containing a faint aura of madness, scattering in all directions!

At the shattered core, a faint yet pure milky-white light, incongruous with the surrounding madness, slowly emerged.

Within that light, a fragmented, three-dimensional Dao pattern, originating from the same source as the runes on the ancient tortoise shell but more complex and profound, could be vaguely seen slowly rotating, emanating a reassuring aura of "transcendence."

Transcend the fragments of the mark!

Finally... we found it!