"A Gu Zuo, after all this time, you're still in the fourth dimension..."
In the Origin Dimension, Huang Ji suddenly appeared above him, looking like a vast veil woven from white starlight.
Intricate patterns covered the veil, shimmering with particle effects like facial expressions.
Hearing the language of the previous era—and the familiar, cutting tone of his dear friend Luo Luo Mi—
A Gu Zuo could hardly bear it. The pain felt as though his soul were being filed away.
"Luo Luo Mi... how are you alive?"
His enormous projection looked like a mask of agony. The Ziwei Crowd saw both his disbelief and the shame of someone facing the victim of his own betrayal.
Though they could see only a two-dimensional cross-section, Ziwei's side naturally had a sense of depth and could piece together a three-dimensional form from it.
Like Luo Luo Mi, he resembled a walking veil of starlight, except A Gu Zuo's was rainbow-colored.
"Yes, how could I be alive? Disappointed I didn't stay dead in the Singularity Point, A Gu Zuo?" Huang Ji's voice held hatred and mockery, yet remained unnaturally calm.
A Gu Zuo seemed to realize something. "You crossed the boundary of the Singularity Point and survived? Luo Luo Mi, have you become..."
Huang Ji used a term unique to that era. "A Profoundly Subtle Immortal."
The star gods of the Origin Starry Sky in the previous era had worked out the state of a Dimension Master. They had simply believed reaching one hundred percent was nearly impossible, and since transcending dimensions was the proper path, that remained their focus.
They knew the state existed and had named it Profoundly Subtle Immortal. It was a term unique to their era, one A Gu Zuo himself had coined.
When Huang Ji said it, A Gu