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Jiang Mo instantly felt that countless concepts on his body were being stripped away by an irresistible force.

First, there's the concept of power.

He felt the power of the Great Dao within him, enough to reshape the universe, rapidly draining away.

No, it's not that it's passing away, it's that it's becoming meaningless.

The definitions of strength and weakness are becoming blurred, and his power is returning to neutrality, returning to being attributeless.

Then comes the concept of wisdom.

His supreme wisdom, which was enough to see through all things and predict the future, was becoming dull.

Thinking itself is losing its logic.

Following that are emotions, memories, identity...

All the definitions that make up Jiang Mo as an individual are being erased little by little.

He is becoming an empty shell.

A blank slate with only an empty shell, but no substance.

"not good."

The gods on Earth, far away, also witnessed this incredibly terrifying scene through Jiang Mo's shared perspective.

"This...this is such a vicious attack."

Asgard was horrified: "It wants to erase the very existence of the Patron God."

"We must help him."

"The Mother of Life said anxiously."

She tried to pass on her boundless vitality to Jiang Mo.

But that vitality vanished into thin air halfway through because it lost the concept of transmission.

Their power was completely ineffective against the Lord of the Blank.

However, just when everyone thought Jiang Mo was about to be completely formatted.

Jiang Mo smiled.

In the last moment before all his light was about to be erased, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

A ray of light that does not belong to any known concept.

"I've finally caught you."

Jiang Mo's voice rang out again, calm yet brimming with supreme confidence.

Did you think I was on the defensive before?

"wrong."

"I'm locating you."

"Your anti-conceptual existence is hidden too deeply."

"If I don't let you attack me first, how can I lock onto your non-existent existence?"

【……What? 】

For the first time, a hint of astonishment appeared in the unchanging information flow of the Whiteboard Master.

"You're very smart to understand the concept of attack."

Jiang Mo slowly raised his hand, letting the erasing force ravage his body as if he didn't care at all.

"But you made a fatal mistake."

"You shouldn't have attacked me."

"Because I am the Great Way, I am the source of all concepts."

"You want to erase me? That's like trying to erase the word 'pen' itself with a pen."

There can only be one outcome.

The strange light in Jiang Mo's eyes suddenly intensified.

"That is, even your own existence will be redefined by me."

"The Profound Meaning of the Great Dao: Conceptual Coverage"

An indescribable, illogical, and incomprehensible supreme power traced back along the path of the Whiteboard Lord's attack.

If the power of the blank slate is erasure...

So, Jiang Mo's power at this moment is writing.

Write the first and most fundamental definition on an absolute blank canvas.

No...you...what did you do...?

The owner of the whiteboard sent out a stream of information filled with extreme fear.

It sensed that its anti-conceptual essence was being forcibly given a concept by an irresistible force.

Color began to appear on its pure white body.

Shapes began to appear on its perfectly smooth surface.

Emotions began to be infused into its empty core.

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, love, hate, desire...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

It made a sound for the first time.

It was a scream filled with pain, confusion, and new life.

This ultimate natural disaster, which takes pleasure in negating everything, was forcibly given life by Jiang Mo at this moment.

"how do you feel?"

Jiang Mo smiled and walked step by step toward the enemy who was experiencing the pain of creation.

"Isn't it wonderful to feel like you have a sense of self?"

The Lord of the Blank Slate, or now should be called the Spirit of New Life.

It writhed in agony in the void, countless concepts clashing and merging within its body.

Eventually, it transformed into a humanoid figure radiating a soft white light.

It looked at its own hands, felt its own heartbeat, and its eyes were filled with complex emotions.

What am I?

You are yourself.

Jiang Mo reached out and gently placed her hand on its head.

"From today onwards, you are no longer a blank slate, no longer the antithesis."

"Your name is Possibility."

Go forth, explore this world full of infinite definitions, and find your own meaning.

The spirit of possible rebirth bowed deeply to Jiang Mo.

Then, it transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the vast universe.

It will become an observer, a witness, and the embodiment of infinite possibilities in this universe.

A logical catastrophe capable of overturning the entire multiverse was thus absorbed by Jiang Mo in a way that no one could have imagined.

The gods, witnessing all of this, were completely numb.

Only one thought remained in their minds.

This guardian deity... no, this master of the Great Dao.

Is he still human?

With the Whiteboard Master being recruited, he adopted the alias "Possibly Disappearing into the Depths of the Universe."

The entire multiverse has entered a period of true and absolute peace.

The threat of ultimate nothingness is gone.

Even logical disasters were resolved by Jiang Mo with a few words.

The laws of the universe have been strengthened like never before, energy is abundant, and all things are thriving.

Jiang Mo, the master of the Great Dao, finally got to live the carefree life he had always dreamed of.

My daily routine consists of eating barbecue skewers and watching anime with Feng Baobao.

Occasionally, on a whim, he would use the power of the Great Dao to throw a pool party at the core of the sun, inviting all the gods to join in the revelry.

Asgard has fallen completely in love with Earth's beer and e-sports.

Athena, on the other hand, was obsessed with online novels, following them every day and even using her divine power to urge the authors to finish their work when they stopped updating.

Everything seemed so perfect, yet so boring.

Yes, it's boring.

For Jiang Mo, who has already reached the pinnacle of existence, when everything is under his control and a single thought can create or destroy the universe, life does indeed lack a bit of surprise.

"Ugh……"

That day, Jiang Mo lay in a crater on the moon's surface, idly gazing at the starry sky with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth.

"Baby, do you think we should find something exciting to do?"

Feng Baobao, who was building sandcastles with lunar soil nearby, said without looking up, "What's so exciting about that? I think things are great right now. I have meat to eat and sleep every day. It's very comfortable."

Jiang Mo sighed.

at this time.

He suddenly felt a sense of unease about the Great Dao itself.

A bug that is extremely minor, but should absolutely not exist.

He raised an eyebrow and a thought crossed his mind.

All information in the entire multiverse, past, present, and future, and all causal lines are laid bare in his mind.

He began the investigation.

But there was nothing.

The universe operates perfectly, and the logical chain of its laws is seamless.

"strangeness……"

Jiang Mo sat up, his expression turning serious.

He was certain that the feeling he had just experienced was not an illusion.

The feeling was like a perfect program being implanted with a line of gibberish that it couldn't recognize or delete.