Choice, Super Magical Treasure

Crack.

The lid of the Chaos High-Pressure Cooker was completely welded shut, and the gray-gold chains suddenly tightened. At the bottom of the cooker, a Chaos Fire dragon forged from countless Great Universe Remains smashed through the filter and plunged headfirst inside.

"Yang Yu!"

Qiong's roar exploded from within the cooker, his voice filled with tearing agony.

It was not the cry of a wounded body, but the scream of high-dimensional laws being burned bit by bit into slag.

He had lived through countless Eras, witnessed the rise and fall of too many worlds, and crossed through more great calamities than he could count, yet he had never seen anyone fight like this.

No contest of divine abilities, no talk of Causality, no comparison of Great Dao.

It was just a cooker, a fire dragon, and an assembly line so overbearing it forcibly refined him to death.

"I want you dead! Even if I perish, the Causality I left behind in the past will still—"

"You're too damn noisy."

Yang Yu had no interest in letting him finish his threats.

He stomped his right foot onto the cooker lid, and the God of All Machines System above the hall immediately lit up with urgent red warnings.

"Pressurize the entire domain! Seal all his Causality channels! Grind up his past, present, and future as fuel!"

The command was issued without the slightest hesitation.

Boom!

At that instant, the causal weight of the countless trillions of living beings in the Abyss converged into an invisible giant hammer and smashed through the High-Pressure Cooker into Qiong's True Spirit.

The roaring within the cooker abruptly stopped.

There was no enlightenment at death's door, nor was there any earth-shaking self-destruction.

Like a plastic toy thrown into a blazing furnace, Qiong melted and collapsed in the