"Benefactor Liu Di."
At that moment, the Mole Prince called out, pulling Liu Di from his thoughts.
There was not much left of the Information Storm in Deep Space.
Nor was there much information left for Liu Di to process.
His attention had already turned to reality.
The Mole Prince said, "Given your current abilities, our race seems unable to offer you any help regarding the eighth dimension. After all, you can even steal our livelihood."
"But we have a vague intuition."
"The secret of space lies over there."
The Mole Prince pointed into the pitch-black Deep Space.
Liu Di gazed in that direction as well. It was where the Information Storm had originated. The Mole Prince's finger pointed toward the hidden black hole 3,200 light-years away.
Liu Di was certain of it, too.
Black holes had to be connected to space.
The Information Storm it spat out contained relatively enlarged Space Particles, as well as blue spheres capable of cutting through space.
Moreover, it contained some method of conversion.
It turned matter into information!
Wasn't that some kind of Unified Space?
If everything was information, then wouldn't there be no difference between anything?
Liu Di pondered.
If I could master that ability too...
If all things became information, and information became all things...
Then wouldn't everything within my sight become my Metaverse?
The Metaverse.
That was the domain of the Artificial Intelligence, Magic Child.
Information—Unified Space?
This was the logic behind Liu Di attaining godhood through technology.
Or rather, attaining godhood through technology was not a kind of logic at all. It was the only path.
Liu Di tried to find a way to prove this idea.
But...
The eighth-dimensional insights he had gained recently were like countless fragments swirling through his mind.
They could not form anything coherent.