When Chu Qing completely rewrote the underlying simulation code of the entire Real Realm and became this world's undisputed "highest authority," the whole plane held no more secrets from him. All the Sacred Lords, the so-called rules, the defensive barriers that had once lorded over everything—now, in his hands, they were nothing more than data he could pause, modify, and save at any moment.
But Chu Qing felt no attachment to this simulated plane, which had already become his private property.
He stood atop the dragon-headed prow of the Chaos Immortal Ship, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze piercing that seemingly indestructible "world barrier." Beyond it lay an even vaster, yet far more violent, primordial Chaos Sea—the truly unknown Abyss outside the testing ground the Creator had left behind.
"Since I've finished tearing this house apart, I'd damn well like to see just which 'programmer' wrote all these tedious experimental scripts here."
Chu Qing murmured, his voice carrying the exhilaration of someone about to cross dimensions. With a casual wave of his hand, he instantly transformed the massive keel structure of Stone Ridge Mountain's Great Immortal Ship into an entirely new set of spatial anchors capable of tearing through dimensions.
Just as he prepared to cross over, the void twisted again. The projection of the system consciousness that had once spoken to him descended once more. This time, however, it was no longer indifferent; it trembled on the verge of collapse, desperately struggling to hold itself together.
"Variable Chu Qing, please cease your actions. You have accessed the 'external interface.' Under the Real Realm Creator's emergency protocol, activation of a higher-dimensional civilization's defensive layer has been detected. If you force your way across, you will trigger the [All Heavens Nirvana Protocol]."
Behind that consciousness, an ultimate defensive formation