Under the perfect coordination of the Grand Music of Formation-Breaking and the Simplification Dao Wave, the eighth-level origin furnace collapsed completely, turning into cosmic dust that filled the sky and nourished the void. The Eternal Heavenly Palace's purple-gold ram tore through the final layer of Chaos Mist and sailed straight into the last defensive line surrounding the Transdimensional Gate-the Ninth Heaven.
Unexpectedly, there were no raging formations here, no densely packed fortresses, and no enemy armies blotting out the sky. What appeared before Chu Qing was an absolute whiteness so pure it was suffocating. There was no spatial sense of up, down, or the four directions, no flow of time from past to future. Even the concept of "existence" itself became profoundly indistinct here. This place resembled an enormous sheet of white paper from which every trace of ink had been erased, exuding an eerie, deathly stillness that towered above all worlds.
"So this is the Ninth Heaven? It discards every collision of matter and energy, returning directly to the source of conceptual definition." Chu Qing stood on the Heavenly Palace's deck with his hands clasped behind his back. His deep gaze was like a sharp sword, seeking to pierce that boundless, pallid expanse.
"Low-dimensional variable, you have indeed broken through the boundaries of our projections time and again. But your journey is destined to end here."
A grand, icy, yet absolutely rational synthesized mechanical voice rang out simultaneously from the depths of the "white paper" in every direction. It belonged not to any individual being, but to the ultimate central intelligence the Observer Civilization had nurtured over countless epochs-the "Mother Consciousness."
With the Mother Consciousness's arrival, an incomparably enormous pen of nothingness slowly emerged in the pallid void ahead. It did not launch any divine ability or spell directly