The Last One Finally Arrived

[Warning! Warning!]

[External dimensional variables have returned to zero!]

[Physical reference point lost!]

[Abyss Shell has lost directional calibration!]

[All six basic coordinates—up, down, left, right, forward, and back—have failed!]

The Pink Mascot, the form taken by the God of All Machines, flashed frantically above the central console in the Abyss Core.

Its round face, normally reserved for looking cute, was crammed with garbled expressions.

Even its synthesized voice had taken on a shrill, cracking edge.

[Dominator!]

[We've been eaten again!]

[Repeat!]

[We've been eaten yet again!]

Yang Yu sat on the Dominator Throne with his chin propped on one hand. He did not even lift his eyelids.

There was no piercing scrape.

No highly corrosive stomach acid.

No digestive gears the size of millstones.

And none of the nauseating stench of rotting flesh inside the God Devourer.

There was only black.

Absolute black.

It was purer even than The Pale beyond Hongmeng.

The Pale erased your existence and made you wonder whether you had ever been born.

This darkness was different.

It neither took away your existence nor erased your concept.

It simply swallowed all light and sound.

It was as though someone had thrown the entire world down a bottomless well, then casually put the lid on.

"Wanji, shut up."

Yang Yu spoke flatly.

"You're distracting me from my crash landing."

[...]

The pink projection forced back the remaining 372 alarms.

Its face changed from a terrified jumble of symbols to an expression of utter grievance.

Then it hung in midair, trembling.

The atmosphere in the Abyss Core Layer was unusually oppressive.

Li Qingcang stood before the Control Console, both hands resting on the Sword of Judgment Projection.

The light along the Sword Edge was pinned to the blade's surface. It could not extend