This was still only a guess, but Ronan was all but certain: it was precisely this special architecture and mode of existence that allowed the Ritual Ancient Script to turn from virtual to real and manifest without restraint, then turn from real to virtual and vanish completely. It was like a blackboard he could scribble on at will, yet it also had the capacity for further, deeper simulation.
Like another version of the Inner Universe Simulator.
Hmm. Based on the information Ronan had obtained from Test Spacetime, this was more like the Inner Universe Simulator's most primitive form.
In any case, whoever had thought to use the Cloak app to draw on the Dream God Abomination's power, use it to carry the Ritual Ancient Script, and then bolster and amplify it until it triggered a deeper "detonation point"—the designer was undoubtedly a genius. The way these elements interpenetrated and checked one another was masterful!
That meant you, Dear Father, Mr. Luo Zhongheng!
Once Ronan grasped this crucial point, the overloaded, congested information wherever his awareness reached seemed to ease somewhat and began to flow slowly. He could imagine how much time he would still need to digest it all.
The External Neuron outside his body proved utterly loyal. Sensing Ronan's presence, it flew back toward him on its own initiative, just as it had the first time, with the mass of shadow still enveloping it.
Ronan reached out and held them in his palm. They had no perceptible weight, as though he were holding a patch of wondrous, uncanny deep space.
What was the External Neuron labeled in the Dynamic Spacetime Map again?
Oh, the Sky Abyss Creation True Inheritance.
To be honest, Ronan had learned very little about creation from it. At this moment, however, he understood: it very