In the hall, a silver-white torrent of data engulfed the pure gold Godhead, which had split in two.
"Bzzzz..."
A piercing electrical whine echoed through the hall. Fine golden lines across the Godhead's surface flashed frantically, as though desperately resisting Apocalypse's intrusion.
"Analysis progress: 12%." Apocalypse's mechanical voice was flat and urgent. "Core energy reversal detected. Dimensional-collapse self-destruction expected in three seconds."
The Godhead Crystal suddenly swelled. Blinding red light shone from within, and ripples of distortion spread through the surrounding space.
Dies Martin retreated two steps and covered his face with his sleeve.
"That old Birdman can't even stay quiet after he's dead. Shadow, how about we throw it back into the Void? If that thing blows, it'll tear a chunk out of the Origin Realm!"
Qin Chuan sat on his throne without moving.
He raised his right hand, palm down, and pressed sharply.
"On my turf, you explode only if I let you. If I don't, you don't even get to smoke."
Myriad Creation activated.
At the same time, the privileges of the Lord of Creation in the Origin Realm poured out at full power.
The physical laws inside the hall changed instantly. The violent ripples in space were forcibly smoothed away, while the raging energy surging from within the Godhead was frozen in place like boiling water thrown into liquid nitrogen.
Then Dark Gold creative power became countless invisible threads. Following Apocalypse's data stream, they forced their way into the deepest reaches of the Godhead Crystal.
High-dimensional encryption locks. Countermeasure programs.
Before Qin Chuan's Myriad Creation, they were all no sturdier than paper.
You won't give me the password? Then I'll smash the lock and the door along with it.
Crack!
With a crisp snap, the red light on the Godhead Crystal's surface went out.
"Countermeasure program