As the words were spoken, the surging, searing-white "ascension radiance" in the core region suddenly froze, then underwent a terrifying reversal.
The torrent of radiance that had originally gushed upward from the depths of the core now seemed like a reversed Milky Way, sweeping downward from above with even greater ferocity!
This was not a simple change in direction. It was the forced rewriting of the rules—the reversal of the very concept of "ascension"!
Endless "ascension afterimages" crashed down from the top of the elevator of light like a waterfall. Every afterimage carried fragments of billions of twisted, transformed, shattered, and reassembled images—shattered divine-realm domes, molten conceptual thrones, soul silhouettes screaming as they disintegrated and recombined, galaxies stretched into abstract lines, and countless knowledge echoes whose meanings were unclear yet shook the mind to its core.
They were not mere illusions. They were the "by-products" stripped away, discarded, or recorded by the ascension process itself. Now, they had become a conceptual avalanche, scouring the core of the Tumor Universe.
There was no doubt that this scene was already infinitely close to a true ascension. It could even be said to be an ascension scene itself.
Only, it was supposedly a "personal ascension."
At the core of the ascension, where the radiance was most concentrated and the laws most distorted, a being stepped out.
It was a completely conceptualized humanoid figure.
Its outline was traced by the most condensed ascension radiance, radiance that nearly scorched "existence" itself. Within it flowed and spiraled countless indescribable conceptual symbols and threads of law. They
seemed to be the manifestation of a "human form" forcibly kneaded together after abstract ideas such as "rising," "transformation," and "transcendence" had undergone an unimaginably violent fusion.
Simply looking at him made one feel that one's own "wholeness" was being