The Last Three Inches Between Life and Death

One year.

For ordinary people, a year was three hundred and sixty-five days.

A cycle of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

A pile of countless uneventful days of Non-Existence.

But for the six people in the Abyss Universe,

this year

had remade them from the ground up.

Yang Yu was the first to complete the meticulous refinement of his Great Universe fusion.

Compared to a year ago, his strength was no longer comparable.

If he had been a neutron star a year ago,

then now, he was a black hole.

Silent, dense, and possessing the terrifying gravity to devour everything.

Yet Yang Yu felt not the slightest joy.

Because he had discovered an extremely grave problem.

He had stopped.

More precisely,

his rate of growth had stopped.

After completing his Law fusion,

Yang Yu tried every method he could think of to further improve his strength.

Compressing Origin density.

Expanding dimensional levels.

Optimizing the efficiency of Law calculations.

All of them worked.

But their efficiency was pitifully low.

It was like a student who had scored ninety-nine points on an exam and wanted to get one hundred.

That final point was harder than the previous ninety-nine combined.

Yang Yu sat cross-legged in the center of the Origin Sea.

His hands rested on his knees.

His eyes were closed.

He had maintained that posture for three full days.

He was not cultivating.

He was not fusing Laws.

He was doing nothing.

He simply sat there.

Xilan stood at the edge of the Origin Sea, watching Yang Yu's back from afar.

She could sense that Yang Yu's aura had not changed at all over the past three days.

Not even by the slightest bit.

For an expert in the midst of rapid growth, this was an extremely abnormal sign.

"He's stuck."

Lucifer