Sitting beside Ancient Ink, Qin Heng calmed his mind and examined the extraordinary aspects of the object.
This object, which even True Gods found difficult to lift, possessed an incredibly high density.
The last time he had come, Qin Heng had not stayed long before leaving, while Wu Xia had continued her slow contemplation.
Now that he had more time and energy to study it carefully, he discovered that this piece of Ancient Ink was actually far larger than he had imagined.
It had apparently been compressed by some unknown method. Its true mass should have been identical to the World Creation Compass's, reaching a universe-level scale.
Its interior was densely packed with energy particles, all of them the most primordial Creation Energy, seemingly capable of creating anything within any universe.
Yet that energy was restrained by some force, causing it to arrange itself in perfect order, packed so densely that there was not the slightest gap, turning it into an incomparably hard lump of iron.
"This is a Singularity. Once detonated, it will immediately become a new universe." Qin Heng sensed something and was secretly startled.
Such a colossal thing was actually not recorded in the Chaos Book. That was somewhat contrary to reason.
Moreover, it looked as though it had been used before. That was even more bizarre. What sort of person had the ability to consume such an object?
Qin Heng recalled that, when he had come last time, he had guessed that this object was related to the Giant God Coffin.
If that guess was true, then this piece of Ancient Ink had most likely been left behind by the person who had crafted the Giant God Coffin to lay Dong Huaiyue's past-life body to rest.
That person did not belong to this universe. In terms