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

"Since you are unwilling to cooperate voluntarily, then I will have no choice but to enforce it."

"The Ultimate Judgment Pen's power is to strip away any character's perfect attributes, making them more realistic."

"Characters corrected by this pen will lose all their illogical abilities and return to a normal level."

"Mr. Jiang Mo, although I greatly admire your talent, I have to do this for the overall benefit of the creative community."

As he spoke, he raised the pen in his hand and pointed it at Jiang Mo.

"The Final Judgment: Perfect Dissection!"

A golden light shot out from the tip of the pen, pointing directly at Jiang Mo's chest.

This light contains the power of "concept correction," which can directly modify the target's basic attributes.

According to the ultimate pen god's plan, after being struck by this light, all of Jiang Mo's unreasonable abilities would be stripped away, turning him from a master of the Great Dao back into an ordinary superhuman.

However, the moment the light touched Jiang Mo, something unexpected happened.

The golden light not only failed to produce any effect, but instead seemed to have encountered some terrifying entity, instantly flowing back.

Before the ultimate pen god could react, the reversed light struck him.

Ah.

He let out a painful howl, feeling his existence being forcibly altered by some force.

His once majestic face began to distort, his powerful aura rapidly weakened, and the ultimate judgment pen in his hand snapped in two with a "crack".

"How could this happen?!"

Everyone else present was taken aback by this sudden change.

The Ultimate Pen God is the highest combat power of the Arbitration Court. Even he can't do anything to Jiang Mo, so who else can punish this heretic?

"You want to correct me?"

Jiang Mo slowly walked towards the Ultimate Brush God, who had already fallen to the ground, his eyes growing colder and colder.

"Since you all like making changes so much, then I'll let you experience what real changes are like."

He raised his hand and addressed the entire conference hall:

'Concept rewriting: The identities of everyone present are changed from creators to roles.'

"From this moment forward, you are no longer high and mighty gods, but pawns manipulated by me."

Boom!

An irresistible force instantly enveloped the entire hall.

All the creators present felt that the very nature of their existence was being forcibly rewritten.

Their memories, their abilities, everything about them, are all being reshaped under Jiang Mo's will.

No—!

"This is impossible—!"

"Stop—!"

Countless desperate screams echoed through the hall.

But it's no use.

In front of Jiang Mo, these so-called creators had absolutely no ability to resist.

Soon, the hall fell silent.

All the creators who were once high and mighty have now become respectful servants, kneeling neatly before Jiang Mo.

"Master, please give us your instructions," they said in unison.

Jiang Mo watched this scene with no expression on his face.

"Baby, let's go." He said to Feng Baobao, who was still watching the commotion from the sidelines.

"These guys have no value anymore."

"Oh." Feng Baobao responded and followed Jiang Mo out of the hall.

Just as they were about to leave, the floor of the hall suddenly began to shake violently.

"Boom—!"

A massive surge of energy erupted from underground, causing the entire arbitration tribunal building to shake.

"Finally couldn't hold back anymore?"

Jiang Mo stopped and turned to look behind him at the "guys hiding in the shadows."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a huge beam of light pierced through the floor of the hall.

A gigantic figure, hundreds of meters tall, slowly rose from the pillar of light.

It was an entity whose entire body was composed of words and symbols, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

&34; Jiang Mo...&34;

It spoke, and its voice echoed through the hall like thunder.

"You've finally shown your true colors..."

"The god of primitive writing?"

Jiang Mo raised an eyebrow in surprise at the sudden appearance of this person.

"I didn't expect even you old fogies would be alarmed."

"It seems my reputation has spread far and wide."

The god of primordial writing is one of the oldest beings in legend, said to be the creator of all writing and language.

It rarely appears in the real world, but I never expected it to appear this time to deal with him.

"Jiang Mo..." The voice of the God of Primal Writing carried obvious anger, "You have violated the fundamental laws of creation..."

"You're placing the character above the creator...that's a desecration of order..."

"To maintain the stability of the universe... I must eliminate you, this heretic..."

As it spoke, it raised a giant hand made of countless characters and pressed it down on Jiang Mo.

&34;Original Textual Mysteries: Concept Erasure! &34;

This move is extremely powerful, capable of completely erasing the target's existence at the conceptual level.

The object that is hit will not only disappear physically, but also all traces of its existence will be completely erased.

Even beings at the level of a Great Dao Sovereign would not dare to underestimate such an attack.

However, Jiang Mo simply looked calmly at the giant hand that was pressing down, without making any attempt to dodge.

• Concept erasure? •

He smiled faintly, "An interesting ability."

"However, using this move in front of me..."

"Aren't you underestimating me?"

He slowly raised his right hand and gently grasped the descending giant hand.

'Conceptual definition: I am the source of all concepts.'

34; Any attempt to erase me is tantamount to erasing the concept itself. 34;

&34;And the result of erasing the concept itself is...&34;

Self-annihilation.

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant hand containing the power to erase concepts suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Then, it began to crumble from the fingertips, as if it were being devoured by its own power.

The god of primordial writing roared in shock.

"Concept erasure is an absolute force...how could it possibly be reversed?!"

"Because I am more 'absolute' than you."

Jiang Mo's figure began to blur, as if he had merged into the entire space.

"You created writing, you created language, you created concepts."

"You forgot something."

"Before the advent of writing, before the birth of language, before the formation of concepts..."

What is it?

Upon hearing this question, the god of primordial writing was stunned.

Yes, what existed before it created everything?

"Is it nothing?" it asked uncertainly.

"No." Jiang Mo shook his head. "It's a possibility."

"It is the possibility of the existence of all things."

His voice became ethereal, as if it came from all directions at the same time.

"I am that initial 'possibility'."

"I am the source of all existence, and the origin of all concepts."

"You want to erase me?"

That would be tantamount to erasing the very concept of existence.

"And if 'existence' itself ceases to exist, how can you possibly continue to exist?"