Though no sound of impact rang out, when the woman saw the terrifying colossal shadow fall back onto the Throne of Flesh and Blood, she still sensed an incomparably Overbearing power from it.
That mountain-sized phantom stood at a level far beyond hers!
"The underlying logic of all existence..."
The woman parted her lips slightly and uttered a string of obscure, incomprehensible words.
Her voice was soft—so soft it was like the buzzing of a mosquito.
The mountain-sized phantom showed no reaction whatsoever. It continued floating silently in the air, suppressing the Throne of Flesh and Blood from before it.
Instead, several mysterious beings nearby who had yet to depart heard her clearly. Their consciousnesses rippled with shock and fear!
Whispered discussions rose from them, gradually filling the entire ethereal space.
Although most of their words took the form of questions and answers directed at themselves, or personal exclamations, viewed as a whole, those words clearly wove together into a remarkably harmonious whole.
And at the heart of that whole were five words—
This bitch has gone mad!
Almost every high-level being with even a little knowledge could tell what the woman bathed in holy light intended to do.
She was chanting the true name of that primordial creation.
She was provoking it!
With a level above true gods, yet still below the pillars of the world, she was provoking a primordial creation!
Was this a joke?!
Wasn't she Sacred?
How had she become some reckless idiot who had popped out of nowhere?
Didn't she know what had happened when the Four Pillars of the World, once the most powerful in overall strength, challenged primordial creations!?
If she wanted to die, she shouldn't drag them down with her!
Within that ethereal realm where time could not be measured, countless wills