The Eternal Heavenly Palace's massive purple-and-gold hull charged boldly into the slowly revolving Transdimensional Singularity like a lone skiff.
Once they crossed the boundary, time and space underwent strange changes. Chu Qing stood on the ram with his hands behind his back and gazed ahead. Beyond the gate lay a boundless "Cosmic Womb Sea." There were no stars here, only countless worlds like crystalline bubbles, endlessly swelling and bursting. Each bubble was a vast epoch. This was the origin of all worlds-and their end.
"So this is the Ultimate Source..." The birth and death of countless universes reflected in Chu Qing's eyes as his Daluo Dao Fruit greedily worked through deductions, absorbing the most primordial Creation Truth.
Just then, the entire Cosmic Womb Sea abruptly stopped churning.
The gestating world-bubbles seemed to have been frozen in place. An ancient, boundless will that towered above every dimension awakened in the sea's deepest reaches. Endless Nine-Colored Primordial Qi converged wildly, coalescing at the highest point of the void into a towering phantom beyond the measure of three-dimensional sight.
The phantom had no distinct features. His body was woven from countless galaxies and revolving nebulae, as though every breath could unleash a dimensional storm that swept across all worlds.
This was the projection of the "Ultimate Creator," who had slumbered at the end of chaos and ruled over the birth and death of countless epochs!
"I slumbered for three thousand great epochs. Never did I imagine that a spore from the wasteland of old could struggle upstream and knock upon the gates of my hall." The Creator's projection spoke like the heavenly voice of the Great Dao, exploding within Chu Qing's sea of consciousness with utter indifference and condescension.
Chu Qing lifted his head and looked straight at the majestic projection. Purple-and-gold divine