For the first time since the beginning of this war…
Heaven stopped looking at the battlefield.
And started looking at the source.
The Search for the Origin
Inside the Hall of Judgment, the atmosphere had changed completely.
This was no longer about Lin Ye.
No longer about Wu Ming.
No longer about Mo Chen.
They were dangerous.
But they were not the problem.
The problem was the one who created them.
A massive structure floated in the center of the hall.
The Heavenly Observation Mirror.
A divine artifact capable of seeing across worlds, across time, across dimensions.
But until now—
It had failed.
Every time they tried to locate Mo Wudao…
They saw nothing.
No location.
No aura.
No existence.
As if he did not belong to the universe at all.
Breaking the Blind Spot
A twelve-winged angel stepped forward.
"We have adjusted the Observation Mirror," he said.
"Instead of searching for Mo Wudao directly…"
"We will trace the origin of the Demonic Script."
The voice from the Gate of Light responded:
"Proceed."
The Mirror activated.
Light spread across the hall.
Countless worlds appeared within it.
Hundreds of thousands.
Millions.
Each one showing different people…
Opening black books.
Learning demonic techniques.
Falling into darkness.
Then—
The images began to reverse.
The flow of time turned backward.
From thousands of users…
To hundreds…
To dozens…
To three.
Lin Ye.
Wu Ming.
Mo Chen.
Then—
Further back.
Further.
Further—
Until finally…
The Mirror showed something it had never shown before.
The Throne in the Void
Darkness.
Endless darkness.
No stars.
No light.
No life.
And in the center of that darkness—
A throne.
Made of bones.
And sitting on that throne…
A man.
Calm.
Still.
Watching.
Silence filled the Hall of Judgment.
Because they had found him.
The First Look
Mo Wudao slowly opened his eyes.
And looked directly at the Mirror.
At Heaven.
At the angels watching him.
And then—
He smiled.
Fear in Heaven
For the first time…
The angels felt something strange.
Not fear of power.
Not fear of strength.
But fear of something they did not understand.
Because Mo Wudao did not look surprised.
He did not look threatened.
He looked…
Like he had been waiting.
The First Conversation
The voice from the Gate spoke:
"Mo Wudao."
The name echoed across the void.
Mo Wudao leaned slightly forward on his throne.
"So," he said calmly,
"you finally found me."
The voice replied:
"You have violated the fundamental laws of existence."
"You have corrupted multiple worlds."
"You have created a system that opposes Heaven."
"You will be erased."
Mo Wudao chuckled softly.
"You speak like you are still in control," he said.
A Difference in Perspective
The voice became colder:
"You are a threat."
"And threats are eliminated."
Mo Wudao shook his head.
"No," he said.
"I am not a threat."
He leaned forward, his eyes glowing with dark light.
"I am a result."
Silence.
Mo Wudao continued:
"You created a universe where power defines truth."
"Where the strong rule the weak."
"Where entire worlds can be erased without consequence."
"And now…"
"You are surprised that something like me exists?"
The Truth
The entire Hall of Judgment became quiet.
Because for a moment—
No one could argue.
Heaven's Authority
The voice responded:
"Order must be maintained."
"Without order, existence collapses."
Mo Wudao smiled.
"Wrong," he said.
"Without order…"
"Existence becomes free."
The void trembled slightly.
The First Clash (Without Fighting)
The Heavenly Observation Mirror suddenly cracked.
Not physically.
But conceptually.
Because the moment Mo Wudao spoke—
The laws around him began to distort.
Time slowed.
Space twisted.
Light dimmed.
Even the Mirror struggled to maintain the connection.
The twelve-winged angel stepped forward.
"His existence is unstable," the angel said.
"He is not bound by normal laws."
Mo Wudao Stands
Mo Wudao slowly stood up from his throne.
The moment he stood—
The entire void seemed to react.
As if reality itself recognized him.
"You want to erase me?" he said.
"Then come."
He spread his arms slightly.
"Send your Archangels."
"Send your armies."
"Send your gods."
His voice became colder.
"But understand this…"
The Declaration
Mo Wudao looked directly into the Mirror and said:
"You are not fighting a person."
"You are fighting a concept."
The Mirror cracked further.
Heaven's Final Decision
The voice from the Gate spoke one final time:
"Then we will erase the concept."
The Gate of Light began to open wider than ever before.
A presence far greater than Archangels began to emerge.
In the Void
Mo Wudao sat back on his throne and smiled.
"Good," he said softly.
"Now we can begin."
As the Mirror shattered completely, Mo Wudao whispered:
"Let me show you…"
"What true evil looks like."