As the pure-white space broke through that mysterious barrier, the entire expanse began to dissipate like foam.
Shiki and the Winter Saintess both knew that they had finally reached their destination.
The white space gradually vanished, and the scene before them came into view.
"Mm~"
Shiki felt his brain roar, and his mind instantly went blank.
The Spiral of the Root—this was the world's ultimate mystery, the beginning of all things and the place where all things ended.
There was no scenery here in the conventional sense, and no words could accurately describe what it looked like.
There was only an indescribable sense of grandeur.
The moment Shiki first looked upon the "Root," it was as if he had seen the entire universe, countless parallel worlds, and immeasurable information. It all flooded into his mind like raging tides.
At that moment, Shiki had only one feeling: his brain was about to burst from the overwhelming flood of information.
Even closing his eyes was useless.
Right now, it was not merely his sight. Touch, taste, smell, hearing—every means of perceiving the outside world was operating madly, allowing those who touched the "Root" to obtain information.
This was both a gift from the "Root" and a form of assimilation.
No one could reject this knowledge, nor could anyone escape it, because this was the "Root's" blessing and curse.
If one could not endure it, one would become one with the "Root," return to it, and have the entire world forget that one had ever existed.
"No, coming here now was far too early!!"
At that moment, this was the only thought in Shiki's mind.
His Mystic Eyes glimmered. The three remaining Command Spells on his arm and the three Command Spells on the back of his hand—all of their magical energy ignited