The dream grew ever more bizarre, its colors warped and its shapes unstable.
In the real Penacony, precision instruments everywhere either shrieked with alarms or failed completely.
Every living being present, whether a powerful Pathwalker or an ordinary Dream Chaser, felt a tremor and insignificance born from the instinct of life itself.
It was as if they had suddenly become specks of dust sealed within transparent amber, casually observed by countless great beings beyond comprehension.
"What? This many?"
Even Silver Wolf, usually so calm, could not help widening her eyes and cursing under her breath.
She looked up at the sky. Though she could not see any specific forms with the naked eye, those gazes—utterly different in nature yet equally boundless—pressed upon her heart as if they were tangible.
At that moment, the Asdana Galaxy seemed to have become the Aeons' focal point.
Numerous colossal, indistinct phantoms, whose mere existence could distort reality, silently "floated" in deep space, all staring at the abnormal region at the center of the galaxy, where chaotic auras and Constraint Gears still lingered.
Civilizations across the worlds advanced by following or resisting different Paths, yet here stood an exception that denied the power of every Path.
That was enough to draw the attention of those who governed the Paths.
Surprise, confusion, indifference, curiosity, anger...
All manner of unfathomable emotions and wills seemed to become tangible undercurrents, silently surging through space.
"Aeons? Heh...!"
Amid that nearly frozen silence, watched by so many supreme existences—
An ethereal, arrogant voice brimming with chaos suddenly rang out across space, exploding clearly within every living being's consciousness!
It was Yan Huan's voice, yet it seemed amplified and distorted, filled with undisguised contempt for the Aeons themselves.
"Why should bastards without even a shred of humanity be worshipped?"
"Watch me crush