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Beneath the ash-gray sky, the River Styx surged onward.

Primordial Shadow floated above the murky river waters.

His body, composed of countless garbled codes, flickered violently.

The surrounding space was no longer the neat white grid of the Celestial Pivot Divine Domain, but a land of bones steeped in the stench of decay.

Primordial Shadow raised both hands, attempting to mobilize the underlying logical code.

Countless streams of green data burst from his body, stabbing toward the surrounding spatial barriers.

[Attempting to connect to the Celestial Pivot Divine Domain's central core...]

[Connection failed.]

[Attempting to invoke physical-rule overwrite...]

[Invocation failed.]

Lines of scarlet error pop-ups frantically flooded his vision.

[Error Code: 404 Not Found.]

[Warning: The concept of "data" does not exist in the current environment.]

[Warning: The underlying logic of the current environment has been locked as "death".]

A look of stunned disbelief appeared on Primordial Shadow's face—a face identical to Lin Mu's.

He looked toward the source of the River Styx.

Upon the thousand-meter-tall Throne of Withered Bones, Lin Mu rested his chin on one hand, his black imperial robes snapping in the gray wind.

Lin Mu's gaze was calm, without the slightest ripple.

"Don't waste your effort."

Lin Mu lightly tapped the throne's armrest with his fingers, producing crisp clicks of colliding bone.

"This is the Underworld. Within my domain, there are only the dead and those about to die. There are no servers or bandwidth for you here."

The astonishment in Primordial Shadow's eyes swiftly turned to fury.

"I am a projection of consciousness from a higher dimension! I am a perfect aggregate of logic!"

He let out a shrill roar, his voice mixed with piercing electronic static.

"You low-dimensional creature of flesh and blood, how dare you trap me with such a primitive domain? Death?