Boom
In an instant, Han Xuanji's consciousness seemed to be dragged into a boundless Void Realm.
He saw the birth and death of all things.
A seed sprouted from the soil, took root, sprouted, grew lush branches and leaves, blossomed and bore fruit, then withered and decayed, turning into dust.
The dust fell into the soil, nurturing new seeds, cycle after cycle, endless and ceaseless.
He saw a towering mountain peak, weathered by wind and rain, enduring the vicissitudes of life, eventually turning into a flat plain. And on that plain, new mountain ranges rose, day after day, year after year, recreating its former magnificence.
Creation was everywhere, and destruction accompanied it, silent and soundless.
Han Xuanji closed his eyes, letting these insights slowly settle in his mind.
When he opened his eyes again, a layer of light seemed to reside deep within his pupils—a clarity that perceived all things, a composure that saw through life and death.
He could feel that his understanding of the Dao of Creation, the Dao of Destruction, and even the Way of Destiny had undergone a qualitative leap at this moment.
This feeling was very subtle; it was not an Epiphany that struck like a bolt of lightning, but a gradual, imperceptible change.
It was like a tightly closed door that had been gently pushed open a crack, allowing light to seep through the gap, slowly brightening the once dim room.
Time flowed slowly.
"So that's how it is."
Han Xuanji opened his eyes and muttered to himself, a flash of realization crossing his eyes.
Looking towards the Creation Platform, he now had even more insights.
Han Xuanji slowly stood up, his gaze falling on the massive stone pillars at the edge of the high platform.
Previously, he had only felt that the Dao patterns engraved on these stone pillars were mysterious and unfathomable, but looking at them now, he had a completely different feeling.
Those flowing Dao patterns were no longer disorganized lines, but vivid pictures.
He saw the condensation and release of the power of Creation, the lurking and eruption of the power of Destruction, and the subtle yet profound connection between the two.
It was just like everything he had seen in the "Life and Death in the Palm".
The birth and death of all things, cycling endlessly; Creation and Destruction are fundamentally two sides of the same coin, inseparable.
"This Creation Platform is indeed not as simple as it appears on the surface."
Han Xuanji took a deep breath, raised his right hand, palm upward, and a wisp of pale golden power of Creation danced at his fingertips.
Unlike before, this time, he could clearly perceive that sleeping power deep within the Creation Platform. He bent down and gently pressed his palm onto the stone floor of the high platform. The power of Creation surged from his palm into the patterns of the stone slab, like water droplets falling into a dry riverbed, slowly flowing along those ancient runes.
At first, the stone slab only glowed slightly, but as the power of Creation continued to be injected, those previously dim Dao patterns began to light up one by one, spreading from the center to the surroundings, layer by layer like ripples.
Boom—!
A low and deep rumbling sound came from the depths of the high platform, as if something that had been sleeping for endless years was awakening.
Han Xuanji did not panic; he could feel that although this power was majestic, it held no malice.
It was merely responding to his call, or rather, responding to his will.
The Dao patterns on the stone pillars lit up simultaneously; pale golden light and ash-black light intertwined and wound around each other, converging into a huge phantom above the high platform.
That phantom was a thousand feet tall, dark gray in its entirety, like a shadow, its eyes like two deep pools, profound and cold.
Its face was blurry, but the aura radiating from its body made the entire Creation Platform tremble slightly.
Destroyer Giant God.
Han Xuanji looked up at the phantom, a realization welling up in his heart.
This was the other side of the Saint Qiankun hidden deep within the Creation Platform.
The embodiment of the Dao of Destruction.
Only those who truly understood that Creation and Destruction were two sides of the same coin could trigger its manifestation.
The phantom lowered its head, those profound eyes seemingly penetrating Han Xuanji's body, looking directly at his Divine Soul.
A vast dao-rhythm of Destruction surged over like a tide, enveloping his entire being.
In that dao-rhythm, there was both the coldness of destroying everything and the profound meaning of breaking before establishing.
It was not pure destruction, but destruction that cleared obstacles for new life.
Han Xuanji closed his eyes, letting that dao-rhythm wash over his mind.
He did not resist, nor did he deliberately absorb it; he just quietly felt and understood it.
Destruction was not the end, but the beginning in another form.
If the old does not go, the new will not come.
Only through destruction could space be made for creation.
Everything in this world is like this.
...
Outside the Creation Platform.
Commander He Guanshan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant horizon. He frowned, turned his head sharply, his gaze piercing through layers of Restrictions, falling in the direction of the Creation Platform.
There, a huge dark gray phantom was slowly rising; even separated by the Restrictions, he could feel that heart-palpitating aura of destruction.
"This is..."
Commander He Guanshan's pupils shrank sharply.
He certainly knew that there were secrets hidden deep within the Creation Platform.
But so many years had passed, countless Prodigies had entered the Creation Platform to meditate, including Centurion Zhou Lie, and at most, they could only comprehend the fur of the Dao of Destruction from the stone pillars; no one had ever truly triggered that phantom.
"This Han Xuanji... how did he do it?"
Commander He Guanshan was filled with shock.
He had originally thought that Han Xuanji's ability to display such combat power in the battle against Centurion Zhou Lie was already exceptionally talented, but he hadn't expected that upon entering the Creation Platform, he would touch upon core mysteries that even he had never seen with his own eyes.
He subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to see clearly, but then stopped immediately.
He shook his head, retreated to his original position, averted his gaze, and no longer looked directly at the direction of the Creation Platform.
"That is his Opportunity; why should I pry? It is better to let him meditate in peace."
Commander He Guanshan thought to himself secretly.
Although he was curious, he knew his boundaries. If the secrets of the Creation Platform could be comprehended by someone, that was their ability.
It had nothing to do with him, someone who cultivated the Path of the Physical Body.
On the Creation Platform, Han Xuanji sensed that prying gaze.
He did not turn back, nor did he care.
This was the territory of the Huben Legion, so it was normal for Commander He Guanshan to notice the commotion here.
With the System's concealment function, he was not worried about the other party discovering anything.
Furthermore, he was indeed meditating on the Dao.
...
Time flowed slowly.
A year passed.
Han Xuanji opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
The appearance of the Destroyer Giant God had caused him to unknowingly enter an Epiphany state; although it was not long, it had raised his understanding of the Dao of Destruction to a new level.
If only he could have such an Epiphany a few more times...
This state of meditating on the Dao was addictive for a Cultivator.