Su Hao had never imagined that the core of this world's transcendent power—"Source"—would look like this.
How could he describe what Spiritual Power had perceived? Utter suppression, utter violence.
Like the energy generated every moment by nuclear fusion, about to burst forth, yet forcibly bound by some immense power, unable to vent itself and only able to remain trapped in that stifled instant.
Yet this energy seemed many times more powerful than that produced by nuclear fusion.
The feeling was extraordinarily strange.
Su Hao had mastered countless languages, yet he still could not describe it intuitively.
It was like tossing a coin: it should be either heads or tails, yet "Source" seemed to stand precisely in the middle, neither heads nor tails. Or like the numbers on a number line, it was exactly the origin at the very center—zero.
A critical point! The phrase suddenly sprang into Su Hao's mind, and he confirmed it again: Source stood exactly at the critical point between bursting forth and not bursting forth.
It was the feeling of a thread separating Heaven from Hell, and he happened to be that thread.
Perhaps calling it "Source" in this world could not have been more fitting.
Why could something so peculiar exist? And what would happen if it exploded?
The moment that thought arose, Su Hao immediately sensed the energy within the Crystal Ball stirring in response to his Spiritual Power.
It seemed to want to answer Su Hao's call and try exploding.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Su Hao shouted in his mind.
If it really exploded, that would be disastrous. The small town might be gone, and it was hard to say whether he would immediately undergo Rebirth.
He abruptly withdrew his hand, opened his eyes, and leaped backward, ready to withstand an explosion.
The Crystal