"Civilization Recycling Station": the Abandoned High-Dimensional Epics Stored Here contained every pioneer since logic had first been opened who had tried to break through the "maternal settings" and failed. Chu Qing slowly stepped down from the Immortal Ship, both feet treading into this land piled high with the remains of failures, and scene after bleak scene of memory reflected in his Purple Gold double pupils: ancient Creators who had once built the order of truth with their own hands, only to be forcibly formatted by a higher dimension; great cultivation powers who had once brought Simplification of the rules to its extreme, only to fall into madness because they could not endure the "collapse of the self."
The instant he crossed into the depths of the recycling station, an ancient fluctuation of will slowly awakened. It was the ultimate guardian of the recycling station—the Entropy Gravedigger, aggregated from the remaining "despairing consciousnesses" of tens of millions of failed civilizations. It had no physical body, only a mass of wildly twisted streams of text.
"Low-dimensional invader, you too will become part of this place." The Gravedigger released countless overlapping wails, and in that instant, a despairing law encompassing tens of millions of extinct civilizations surged like a black tide and drowned Chu Qing:
[Epic End Decree: deprive the "resister" of all civilizational possibilities.] [Logic Attack: forcibly implant "Despair Loop," causing you to sink into the memories of tens of millions of civilizations' destruction until your will is ground down into the most ordinary dust!]
Within those ripples of despair were filled the screams of once-glorious civilizations as they collapsed. That was not only a logic attack, but endless spiritual lingchi. The surrounding Immortal Ship's shields gave off a shrill, overburdened lament in that instant, as if the next moment they would