When Saine finally retreated to the vicinity of the Bronze Gate, the first thing he saw was not the Ancient Tree of the Moon.
It was the tiny, pitch-black destruction crystals along the edges of the Bronze Gate.
These crystals were inconspicuous.
An ordinary creature might even have mistaken them for the crystal tide residue commonly found on the battlefields of Destruction Time-Space.
But Saine saw them clearly.
They were not ordinary debris brought out from within Destruction Time-Space.
They were special crystals that had precipitated along the edges of the Bronze Gate itself after prolonged scouring by destruction rules.
In other words, the power of Destruction Time-Space was seeping outward through the Bronze Gate.
That seepage was still very slow.
So slow that, had this war not lasted thousands of years, and had the Destruction Supreme not repeatedly battered the passage with terrifying rule power, such obvious traces of Destruction Form would never have appeared on the outer side of the Bronze Gate.
Saine reached out and drew a pitch-black crystal toward him.
Dozens of miniature sealing rings lit up simultaneously in the palm of the God of Machines.
Even after being isolated behind layer upon layer of barriers, the crystal continued to release an aura of destruction.
It resembled a tiny seed.
Once it fell into a suitable environment, it could gradually erode the surrounding rules into a destructive form over the long years.
"What an aggressive capacity for expansion."
Saine spoke in a low voice.
He suddenly understood more clearly why the Bronze Gate existed.
This ancient gateway might not merely be a passage.
It was also a barricade.
Without the Bronze Gate keeping it contained for so long, if the Destruction Supreme also possessed a lucid mind and actively expanded outward, the sheer reserves of Destruction