Yang Mei's Primordial Spirit looked indifferently at the golden wave of light sweeping toward him.
Wherever that wave passed, the spatial barriers he had laid down were indeed trembling.
A strange, tyrannical power of rules was attempting to forcibly rewrite his definition of the Dao of Space.
"It has some tricks."
A faint ripple stirred within Yang Mei's Primordial Spirit, but that was all.
He merely gave a cold snort, and his Primordial Spirit shifted slightly.
In an instant, the layered space prison that should have been indestructible took the initiative to split apart from within.
One barrier transformed into thousands upon thousands of finer spatial folds.
A single expanse of space was carved into countless isolated speck-of-dust worlds, none connected to another.
That golden wave of light, powerful enough to distort a Golden Immortal of the Origin's understanding, plunged headfirst into them just like that, only to be endlessly divided, drawn away, and exiled.
The vast power of rules contained within it was dispersed across hundreds of millions of isolated "points." It failed to raise even the slightest ripple before being completely diluted and returning to nothingness.
The Sign-in System's golden sphere of light jolted violently.
That power connected to its source vanished without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea.
Its final struggle, the strongest strike it had unleashed at the cost of damaging its own source, had been defused so casually by the other party.
No... it could not even be called defusing.
The other party had merely opened countless tiny doors in the cage and allowed its power to scatter into the endless void.
This was absolute, crushing control.
An understanding and application of the Dao that it had never imagined.
"How... can this..."
"Nothing is impossible."
Yang Mei's will held not the slightest