Physical Exchange
Compared to the "Tide of the Old Ones" that the Ant Lord had nearly killed himself forcing out, Highgong performed the same maneuver with effortless ease.
This was not merely a matter of strength. More importantly, it was a difference in level.
Using the "Artificial Primordial Soup" to evolve the "Nameless Fungus," Highgong felt almost no resistance or lag, as though he had been born suited for this.
"What a pity. I carved out the 'Primordial Soup' myself. Our faction still doesn't have mature 'Primordial Soup technology.' If we did, combined with the endlessly reproducing 'Nameless Fungus,' we could unleash an infinite number of Old Ones!"
If that were possible, it would probably amount to an attack on the Ascension level as well.
The multidimensional prison formed by a hundred black suns, which negated existence itself, had reached the final stage of its contraction.
Just as the boundary between existence and nothingness was about to be erased forever—
The Ascended species opposite him finally made a slight movement.
That movement could not be described by any direction, displacement, or force.
It was not a wave or a step, but something closer to... a subtle adjustment to its state of existence.
Like a scholar immersed in deep thought casually adjusting his sitting posture, causing the entire world to reconstruct itself.
Then, an unbelievable sight occurred.
The hundred black suns that represented ultimate negation and could devour even "nothingness"—their absolute darkness began to... fade.
They were not being illuminated. Rather, the properties of "darkness" and "nothingness" within them were being redefined by a more fundamental power.
It was as if an invisible giant hand were gently smoothing out these "scars on reality."
The first Old One's darkness dissolved soundlessly like a stain washed away by water, revealing the normal, star-speckled