When Gao Gong came to his senses from the feeling of being "teleported," he found that the Ancient Machine Elder was nowhere to be seen.
Not only the Ancient Machine Elder—the leaders of the advanced civilizations, including the Ancient Guardian, Dark Matter Architect, and Heat Death Regulation Nexus, had all vanished without a trace.
Gao Gong slowly flexed his wrist. Every tiny movement was accompanied by tangible, "viscous" resistance pressing in from all directions. It was unlike water pressure or air pressure. It was more as if space itself had gained density and weight, uniformly squeezing every inch of his existence with a force equivalent to trillions of times standard atmospheric pressure.
A continuous, low-frequency "roar" filled his ears—that was the primordial wail of the spacetime structure under extreme compression, a sound beyond the range of human hearing.
"Beyond a stellar core, approaching the tidal forces near a black hole's event horizon..." he calmly assessed.
Yet this place was different from a black hole. There was no one-way gravitational funnel that swallowed everything, but rather a static, omnidirectional, all-encompassing extreme "density," as if he were trapped at the center of a "solidified" amber block formed by compressing all the "space" in the universe billions upon billions of times.
His thoughts stirred slightly.
In an instant, brilliant divine-system radiance, woven from the faith and concepts of divine-system civilizations, erupted from within him.
The light crystallized across his body, layering over itself and transforming into a flowing, constantly reconstructing suit of glorious armor.
Epic tales of civilizations, racial totems, physical laws, and philosophical speculation flowed across its surface. In the "solidified spacetime amber," they forcibly opened up a humanoid domain.
The destructive spatial pressure around him was isolated, refracted, and transformed by the divine radiance, producing an ear-piercing grinding sound. Even the