Dies Martin swallowed and took half a step back, pressing himself against the obsidian pillar.
"Shadow, what... what state are you in now?" The Lord of Lies rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.
To his prized higher-dimensional perception, the figure before him was not a living being at all. There were no energy fluctuations, no flow of laws, not even proof that Qin Chuan existed at this point in time.
It was as though Qin Chuan had become an abstract law of physics.
Qin Chuan raised a hand and looked at his palm.
There were no flashy effects.
"What state?" Qin Chuan snapped his fingers shut. "I'd say I've got the rules of the game carved straight into my brain."
The moment he finished speaking,
an obsidian floor tile in the corner of the hall, corroded by the Holy Father's blood and on the verge of crumbling, returned to its original state without warning.
Qin Chuan had not used Myriad Creation. He had not even spent a shred of Divine Might.
He had merely defined the outcome—"this tile is intact"—in his mind, and the laws of reality had obediently filled in the process.
The realm of a True God.
"His words became law" no longer came close to describing it. This was pure conceptual definition.
"Quit trembling over there." Qin Chuan glanced at Dies Martin and pulled up the System Panel.
What he saw made even him raise an eyebrow.
The long lists of skills and attribute data had been pared down to an absurd degree.
Every specific value had become "???". Evidently, the numbers were too large for Apocalypse to parse.
The most outrageous change was in the talent column.
His Law of Causality Talent had completed its dimensional ascent, becoming an entirely new concept wreathed in a nine-colored