The origin of everything, surprisingly, stemmed from Wu's own profound boredom, a flaw in His spirit, leading Him to create a worthy opponent to focus on.
Those so-called protagonists of destiny were merely Wu's diversions.
A mere nap from Him could rewrite ancient history.
Much like reading a book, if a story became uninteresting, He would simply switch to another.
If it held His interest, He would finish it.
But after finishing, He would discard it, reducing it to nothingness.
Then, new ancient histories would evolve, left to their wild development, repeating endlessly.
However, Wu grew weary of this existence.
Therefore… Mu Changqing appeared!
He created an opponent that even He Himself could not control, only then could He stir the ripples in His heart that had slumbered for endless eons.
"You flatter me. Now, do you have any remaining doubts?"
Wu's form vibrated, accompanied by the rise and fall of countless great eras.
Though He had only recently reawakened, He was already impatient.
The adversary He had nurtured for endless years had now succeeded. How could there be a reason not to fight?
Mu Changqing raised his head, looking at this most terrifying and powerful madman, and sighed faintly.
"You transformed into Dao Ancestor. What is the reason for this?"
Upon hearing this, Wu was momentarily stunned. After a moment, He threw his head back and laughed, shaking his head.
"Mu Changqing, you still haven't fully comprehended this realm."
Mu Changqing's gaze narrowed, fixed on Wu's figure.
If any other being dared to speak such words, he would have already struck and annihilated them.
But Wu was different. It could be said that all of him originated from Wu, yet transcended Wu.
The relationship between the two was too complex.
"I can be anyone, and I can be no one. It all depends on My will."
"All beings in all realms, except for you, I can revive from within any being, returning to formlessness. Do you understand?"
Wu spoke domineeringly once more.
He could be Hong Meng Heavenly Dao, or Human Ancestor, or Spirit Ancestor, or any one of the Seven Great Ancestral Gods.
Similarly, Wu could be an ordinary mortal, the Heavenly Emperor of the Celestial Court, a Primordial Being, or even Di Yuan...!
At His level, the concept of a physical body held no meaning.
As long as He willed it, He could awaken from a mortal's body and transform into the most powerful and terrifying existence in all realms.
A state of transcending everything could naturally not be reasoned with by common sense.
Mu Changqing nodded slightly. Dao Ancestor was merely a tool, and the closest one to Mu Changqing.
Therefore, Wu's consciousness revived from Dao Ancestor's body.
Thinking of this, Mu Changqing felt that the old fellow Dao Ancestor had died a bit unjustly.
Yet, it was also within reason.
All sentient beings were merely Wu's playthings, created for His amusement. Even the Seven Great Ancestral Gods were but insignificant interludes in Wu's eternal existence.
"Destiny's decree, how laughable. I am Heaven, and there is never true destiny. What I seek is a true opponent, a being of the same realm that grows wild, beyond My control, and transcends everything."
As he spoke, Wu's figure became even more terrifying, indistinct yet present, detached from form yet born from formlessness.
He was yearning, yearning for a battle to the absolute extreme.
He was also seeking a method to annihilate himself.
Perhaps He had gone mad, or perhaps, having created all things and all laws, having created all sentient beings, He had grown weary.
Reaching this level, it was inherently difficult to fathom with common sense.
There were no beings in the world originally. It was because of Wu that the concept of beings existed.
There were no laws in the world originally. It was because of Wu that the concept of laws existed.
Laws encompassed all things, creating the heavens and earth, the universe and all sentient beings.
Mu Changqing rose, his black robe billowing in the wind, his radiant hair flying, piercing through all heavens.
The infinite ancestral origins and meridians reflected in this great era.
The two stood facing each other across the void, an invisible force gestating, and all things and laws undergoing creation and destruction.
The evolution of all realms turned into purple and gray.
Magnificent heavenly might suppressed all in the myriad realms.
Space flowed, and the two stepped out from the depths of the gray ancestral origins, returning to the place of formlessness.
"This battle, I have long awaited."
This statement carried both excitement and a hint of fatigue.
Wu had lived for far too long, witnessing all the prosperity and the brilliant falls of the mortal world.
It was like you, day after day, repeating the same work, unchanging.
Even as the sole supreme being, one would grow tired and develop ailments of the heart.
This was not a mortal illness, but a transformation from an invincible being.
Unconsciously, Wu grew weary of everything.
But what could be done about this weariness? He could only destroy what He had created, and then restore it.
Repeating this cycle, it was equally wearisome and tiring.
The scene at this moment transcended all cognitive thought, existing outside of space and dimension, yet being undeniably real.
Transforming oneself into heaven and earth, and then absorbing all things in heaven and earth, all sentient beings in all realms, within oneself.
If one were to describe it concretely, it might be like two mobile heavens and earths, existing in formlessness, locked in confrontation.
Wu's expression became indifferent. Or rather, this could not be called indifference, but rather, Wu.
Without sorrow or joy, without desire or pursuit, a state where all things returned to nothingness.
"Mu Changqing, do not disappoint me. A battle to the absolute extreme. You die, or I perish."
As he spoke, Wu slowly raised his hand. In the formless realm, the gray ancestral origins erupted, materializing all thoughts and intentions.
The gray great era enveloped them, and the countless gray meridians flashed with terrifying, dim light. It seemed boundless, yet it contained all things.
Brilliant meridian patterns flowed down, transforming into an ancestral origin longsword.
That sword was utterly terrifying.
Each wisp of its sharpness was an evolved brilliant river of stars.
The flowing laws and dao rhythms were the highest truths.
Each strand could suppress an Ancestral God level being billions of times over.
The ancestral origin longsword in Wu's hand was rhythmically and regularly inhaling and exhaling dense gray mist.
With each inhalation and exhalation, countless ancient histories flipped, and great eras were born and died. It was no longer sufficient to describe its terrifying nature.
Power that transcended all concepts was true invincibility.
Mu Changqing watched this scene calmly. He extended his right hand and lightly brushed the formless realm.
Purple meridians spread out, flashing with the same boundless light, spanning the formless void.
Purple mist surged, occupying half the sky as far as the eye could see.
The purple meridians seemed to possess self-awareness, slashing through the formless heavens and earth, transforming into a purple ancestral origin longsword, falling into Mu Changqing's hand.
Mu Changqing and Wu shared the same origin, and every move and stance between them was identical.
The purple ancestral origin longsword, each wisp of its sharpness, also reflected brilliant rivers of stars.
With each opening and closing of his eyes, Mu Changqing transformed into the same state as Wu.
Transcending all describable concepts and words.
"Burial of the Heavens is also my pursuit. I do not care about the future."
"Perhaps, one day, I too will grow weary of everything like you, and create a being of the same level to appear, and annihilate myself."
"But that is too distant for me. Now... I only wish to... Bury the Heavens!"
As his voice fell, Mu Changqing's figure merged into formlessness.
He reappeared, directly in front of Wu.
Wu did not evade, raising his sword for a head-on collision.
There were no terrifying, imagined spectacles. They met like mortals, swords clashing.
The speed seemed astonishingly slow.
Yet it transcended the concept of speed.