One person said: "If I make you a holy child, will you be granted godhood through the art of Gu

"Boom!!!"

Follow your words!

The power of the Great Dao, like an invisible paintbrush, began to repaint this black and white canvas.

One by one, the most fundamental laws of color were forcibly inscribed back into this galaxy by Jiang Mo.

In an instant, the gray faded, and billions of brilliant colors burst forth, like fireworks at the dawn of creation.

Within a single second, the entire Andromeda Galaxy not only returned to its original appearance but also became even more vibrant and beautiful than before.

The gods were once again awestruck by Jiang Mo's unfathomable strength upon witnessing this scene.

"Erase the concept, recreate the concept..."

Asgard muttered to himself, "This method is completely beyond our comprehension."

Jiang Mo withdrew his finger, but the expression on his face did not relax.

Because he sensed that at the moment he applied the color, an extremely subtle, emotionless thought briefly collided with him.

That thought was cold, empty, and filled with a denial of all definitions.

"It's not a prank..."

For the first time, Jiang Mo's eyes became truly serious.

"It is a... entirely new enemy that feeds on concepts."

Jiang Mo's premonition was soon confirmed.

In the following days, bizarre events began to occur one after another throughout the universe.

At first, they were just minor, harmless incidents.

For example, the concept of a circular river system is erased.

This caused all the planets and stars in the galaxy to turn into bizarre, irregular shapes.

This caused a minor gravitational disturbance.

For example, the concept of sweetness in a certain civilization might be erased.

Their most prized honey and fruit tasted as bland as stone, nearly causing the collapse of their civilization and beliefs.

Jiang Mo simply smiled at all of this and restored them with a casual flick of his finger.

He's like a programmer of cosmic caliber, constantly fixing the maliciously modified code.

However, the enemy's attacks began to become more frequent and deadly.

"Warning, Warhammer Cosmic Quadrant, the concept of sound is being erased on a large scale."

"Report to the Guardian: The fundamental physical laws governing heat transfer in the Vega star system are being tampered with."

“Urgent appeal for help: The Cradle of Life Nebula is seeing the concept of procreation disappear.”

Urgent intelligence reports poured into Earth like snowflakes.

This time, even the gods felt a chill run down their spines.

Erasing colors and shapes can be considered a prank.

Could it erase sound, erase heat transfer, and even erase reproduction?

This is a blatant attack on the very foundations of the universe.

Imagine a world without sound, where all communication would cease.

A world where heat cannot be transferred, where the light and heat of stars will never reach the planets, and the entire world will be trapped in eternal ice.

In a world that has lost the concept of reproduction, all life will come to an end and there will be no future.

This is a logical catastrophe, a natural disaster without visible smoke, yet more terrifying than any war.

"You bastard."

Ares, the god of war, smashed the golden table in front of him with a furious punch.

"This cowardly rat only knows how to use such insidious methods. If he has the guts, he should come out and fight me fair and square."

"Useless Ares."

Athena's face was deathly pale. "Our enemy may not even have a physical form."

"It may be a purely anti-conceptual phenomenon."

How do you fight against a phenomenon?

Jiang Mo sat in the main seat, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his expression calm but his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"It is not a phenomenon."

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it silenced all the gods.

"It has will and purpose."

"It's not randomly destroying things, it's testing the waters."

"Testing me, or rather, testing the limits of the universe's existence."

Jiang Mo stood up and took a step, his figure disappearing from the earth.

They appeared in that Warhammer universe quadrant, which was falling into absolute silence.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he watched the countless creatures gaping in terror, unable to utter a sound.

"enough."

He extended his finger again.

"The voice of the Great Way resounds throughout the universe."

"Om-"

He redefined, reinforced, and imprinted the most fundamental laws of sound, which cannot be described in words, in every corner of this quadrant.

In an instant, the world, which had been completely silent, was once again filled with noise.

The sounds of wind, water, the cries of creatures, and joyful sounds... intertwine to create a symphony of life.

After doing all this, Jiang Mo did not linger. His figure flashed again, appearing in the Vega star field that was being frozen.

"The second law of thermodynamics, only what I say counts."

"Life should be passed on like a torch, never ceasing."

He was like a diligent cosmic gardener, constantly repairing the damaged garden of laws.

Every move he made seemed so effortless, so natural.

However, only he knew that the enemy's attacks were becoming increasingly difficult to handle.

The other side is attempting to attack deeper, more fundamental axioms of the universe by starting with erasing superficial concepts.

Finally, after Jiang Mo repaired the 108th attacked star field.

For the first time, that cold, empty thought appeared clearly and actively in his perception.

That was neither a sound nor a mental fluctuation.

It was a pure, unadorned stream of information.

Hello, guardian of existence.

Your healing abilities are excellent.

But don't you feel very tired?

Don't you think that definitions themselves are a form of constraint?

Why do we need colors? Why do we need shapes? Why do we need life?

All these concepts are merely meaningless shackles.

Give up.

Let me put an end to all this boring definition.

Let us return together to that initial, perfect, blank state, where no concepts existed.

Along with this message, something that could not be described by any dimension, shape, or color slowly appeared before Jiang Mo.

It is neither a living organism nor an energy source.

It's like an absolutely smooth, absolutely pure white eraser.

A conceptual eraser capable of erasing the entire multiverse.

"The Master of the Blank Slate".

Jiang Mo looked at this unprecedented and bizarre enemy and softly uttered its name.

"The master of the blank board..."

"I'll accept a good name."

That conceptual eraser, or rather, the whiteboard, conveys the flow of information.

You are defined by too many complex terms.

Life, wisdom, power, emotions... it's all... a chaotic mess.

Let's start with you.

Let me turn you into a clean, pure blank sheet of paper.

Before the words were even finished, the whiteboard took the initiative.

It did not release any energy nor apply any laws.

It simply brushed past Jiang Mo's direction.

This seemingly slow wipe ignores the concepts of time and space.

This seemingly powerless wipe contains an ultimate negation of all existence.