His Left Arm and Right Leg Gone, Otto Forged the Heavenly Fire Holy Judgment from the Last Trace of Divine Spark in His Chest

"No." Huo Yuhao shook his head, his voice heavy. "He's already dead. All that's sustaining him now is his will... a pure obsession that refuses to burn out."

The view drew closer. Otto knelt on one knee on the golden road, his body trembling violently. Every breath seemed to tear his soul apart, every heartbeat to burn away his existence. Yet his eyes remained fixed ahead... on the projection of the Imaginary Tree, through which countless timelines flowed.

"Just... ten more steps." His murmur was as faint as a thread. "If I can take ten more steps, I can... touch the origin of space and time..."

He raised his right hand and braced it against the ground, trying to stand.

But his palm passed straight through the golden road.

"He can't even maintain a physical form anymore," Tang Wulin said quietly.

On the screen, Otto looked at his transparent palm, pain flashing across his face. His body was dissolving on a conceptual level. Even his "existence" itself was being erased by the backlash from the Void Archives.

"My body... won't obey." He clenched his teeth. "My consciousness... is scattering too..."

"But..."

"...I can't stop."

He braced his left hand against the ground. This time, it did not pass through. Pushing himself upright, he staggered a step forward.

But at that very moment, his right leg suddenly disintegrated, dissolving into motes of light in the void.

"His leg disappeared!" Bei Bei cried.

On the screen, Otto lost his balance and crashed to the ground. His transparent body struck the golden road with a sound like shattering glass.

"No..." Lying on the ground, he propped up his upper body with his only remaining arm, his left. "Just... nine more steps..."

"I can't... fall here..."

He began to crawl.

Using his remaining left