After Gao Gong and the players charged through the final mirror, they found themselves in an endlessly vast dark space.
"What the hell?"
"That's it?"
"Ugh—"
A player's voice abruptly cut off.
Gao Gong raised an eyebrow.
That voice had clearly sounded wrong.
"Where's Stone Man? He was just here with me. Stone—"
"Damn, how did you disappear too?"
"I—"
One player's voice after another vanished.
Even the players themselves realized that something was wrong.
"Could they have disconnected?"
"Someone go ask on the forums and see if they're still there."
"Huh? Looks like they're not."
Sister Ji's anxious voice suddenly rang beside him.
"Boss, something seems wrong. I'm offline—"
Gao Gong silently watched one player after another disappear.
Only when Sister Ji, the last one, vanished did his expression shift slightly.
But none of that mattered anymore.
His sword intent had already been built up—or rather, infinitely accumulated to the highest level he could reach.
For a civilization adept at replicating technology trees, the species itself was inevitably also a master of manipulating "concepts."
And in the face of "conceptual technology," ordinary methods were completely useless.
Even Gao Gong's swordsmanship was useless.
Only true "vacuum decay," an existence capable of erasing all concepts, could counter the opponent's methods.
But Gao Gong did not believe that the Mirror Demon race would make the final trial this difficult.
If it really were this hard, how had those dragonkin broken through it back then?
When they succeeded back then, they seemed to have ascended, but they had only been at the fourth tier.
Fourth-tier beings could not come into contact with advanced civilization technology such as "conceptual technology."
Therefore, this so-called "darkness" had to contain some kind of flaw.
"Els Civilization, Mirror Demon race, Mirror Demon, mirror image, mirror image!?"
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