Twelve's Roundworm

"The Cosmic Lord... was attacking?"

You were somewhat taken aback.

How novel. In these final peaceful years, change had still appeared.

You rose and left.

By now, the cosmic membrane had reached a thickness of three hundred million light-years, and its density had increased considerably as well.

Even you took several breaths to pass through it.

After passing through, you ignored the shock of the other True Immortals nearby—My father ran out of the universe—and quietly surveyed the outside of the universe.

Beyond the universe was a vast, empty silence.

After leaving, your Dao Laws dropped from over a billion to one hundred and eight thousand. Yet you had not merely weakened by a thousandfold; you had also lost more than a dozen resonances, instantly weakening by over a million times!

Even so, you remained immensely powerful. As far as your eyes could see, worlds floated outside the Light Dust Source Soup. The overwhelming majority had been relocated over the past several million years, while only a tiny number had originally been drifting planes floating in the multiversal ocean.

Yet they were all infinitely many light-years away from the Light Dust Source Soup, separated by over 0.01 units of standard cosmic interval, to prevent them from being destroyed in the collapse and explosion three million years later.

You circled the Light Dust Source Soup once and swept your gaze across dozens of units in every direction, but never saw any other universe approaching.

In the multiversal ocean, this Boundless Sea of Void, eyesight would be useful countless times more than spiritual sense!

Even outside the universe, where you were equivalent to four billion Resonant True Immortals, even with your spiritual sense fully spread out, you could not cover even one ten-trillionth of a unit interval!

But as long as your