The Peeper in the Chaos Depths! The Barrier Trembles!

"Something's coming closer?"

Yang Yu's brows drew together sharply.

He strode to the edge of the Abyss Barrier.

His gray-gold Chaos Body radiated a terrifying wave of perception that pierced straight through the Dark Gold Chaos Magical Treasure Barrier he had forged with his own hands.

His consciousness stretched out like an endlessly lengthening tentacle, plunging into the boundless gray Chaos Sea beyond the Barrier.

Searching.

Searching frantically.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Nothing.

The Chaos Sea remained as deathly still as it had since time immemorial.

Gray currents that dissolved everything without distinction rolled and twisted. Nothing seemed amiss.

But Yang Yu's instincts screamed a warning.

That bone-deep sense of danger felt exactly like the first time the Prehistoric Sniper Rifle had locked onto him in the Knowledge Starfield.

No. It was stronger.

So strong that even his Chaos Body trembled faintly beyond his control.

"Xiao Ji, give me precise data."

Yang Yu's voice was ice-cold.

"Scanning at full power!"

Every antenna and sensor on the God of All Machines' Purple-Gold Mech deployed, and all its computing power went into scanning the Chaos Sea beyond the Barrier.

Crimson data streams flickered wildly across the screen.

"Detection range: extending..."

"One million light-years... three million light-years... fifty million light-years..."

"There's noth—"

The God of All Machines' voice cut off abruptly.

Every indicator light on the Purple-Gold Mech went dark at once.

Then they slowly lit up again, pulsing at a deeply unnatural frequency.

Not crimson.

Not pink.

Nor the blue that signaled normal operation.

They shone a glaring, deathly gray none of them had ever seen before.

"Principal."

The God of All Machines' electronic voice had changed.

It had become painfully slow and low.

Like an old radio on the verge of breaking down, giving its final transmission.

"I... can't