Xilan Knelt and Offered Up Her Divine Spark, Transferring Her Entire Universe

Xilan stared at the production line behind Yang Yu.

The golden Yang Yu's Clones dipped their ladles and lifted them again.

They scooped ladle after ladle of scalding golden Origin Matter into the Abyss Rift.

Each scoop came with a crisp clink.

Xilan clenched her teeth so hard her jaw clicked.

Her vast Weaving Body's Origin began to contract rapidly.

The translucent web, thousands of miles across, folded in the Zero-Point Dimension.

I can't beat him.

And I can't afford to keep this up.

She had to leave.

If she stayed, that madman would grind away the last of her Origin.

She had come to fight for Origin Matter.

Not to hand a free kill to some newcomer fresh out of the growth chamber.

Silver threads flashed twice in the Void.

Then they vanished without a trace.

They did not even leave a ripple in space.

This was the High-Dimensional Escape Technique unique to the Dream Weaver Clan.

She had erased the definition of her own existence from the space she occupied.

Her presence disappeared.

Her Causal Threads snapped.

Even the traces she had left on the timeline were forcibly wiped away in an instant.

It was as if the Proxy named Xilan had never set foot in the Coliseum.

"Leaving already?"

Yang Yu did not even turn around.

He let his right hand hang at his side.

The Sword of Judgment in his grip tapped lightly against a Crystal brick.

Clang.

The sword rang with startling clarity.

The sound was not loud.

But it traveled along the grain of the Crystal bricks, spreading across a hundred miles.

The definition of space Xilan had just erased was forcibly filled back in.

It was not restoration.

It was a blatant overwrite.

As the Dominator of the Abyss Universe, Yang Yu wrote