This Time, You Did Well

The shadow's "Is that so?" came softly.

So softly it sounded like a casual question.

No crushing pressure descended.

No laws rang out.

No divine manifestation unfurled.

The Triacontakaihexagon stopped dead at those two words.

It hung in the center of the rift, thirty-five faces etched with the universe's underlying formulas going dark at once.

In that instant, someone had thrown the master switch on an entire higher-dimensional civilization.

Click.

Everything went out.

The damaged Cosmic Rules still running, the higher-dimensional algorithms correcting one another, the computational system powerful enough to suppress Huang Yan's Death Kingdom—all lost the right to operate the moment the shadow spoke.

It wasn't a difference in strength.

Nor were its laws inadequate.

Its Status Rank simply wasn't recognized.

Before a Sixth Step Name Holder, the Triacontakaihexagon's existential weight as a Fifth Step being was reduced to the minimum by a single sentence.

The Triacontakaihexagon froze in midair.

It wanted to flee.

By its old logic, when faced with a High-Position Being it could not resist, its first priority was to sacrifice part of itself and escape. Its second was to upload a backup of its core. Only its third was to buy time.

But now, its logic center could not even form the thought of escape.

The shadow had taken its permission to issue an escape command.

It wanted to fight back.

The command had barely begun to form when a higher concept crushed it into a blank.

At last, the Triacontakaihexagon felt fear.

It wasn't a calculated risk level.

Its very existence was trembling on instinct.

In the Abyss Core Layer, everyone watched with a chill in their hearts.

Gu Shan stared, his Adam's apple bobbing.

The Path-Severing Patterns on his body lit up, then went dark one by one. Even his origin warned