As space could no longer bear the strain, it tore open a black rift.
With a wave of one hand, a pale yellow egg fell from his sleeve!
Inside the egg was actually a miniature grotto-heaven world, and within it stood a figure—Desolate Age.
The egg emitted a hazy glow, then flashed into the rift!
After Desolate Age finished all this, his figure returned to the meteorite, and every trace of his aura vanished.
The mysterious pollution logic pervading the void also quietly settled at this moment, as though nothing had happened.
The meteorite silently tore through the void and vanished!
A yellow egg appeared at the boundary of high-dimensional spacetime!
The egg trembled faintly, then was shrouded in an invisible force that concealed its existence.
It swiftly headed toward high-dimensional spacetime, and before long, the egg entered the Scorched Earth!
Silently advancing along the Scorched Earth, Desolate Age surveyed his surroundings!
Before long, he spotted a colossal city within the bounds of the Flesh Desert!
A faintly thoughtful look appeared in his eyes. "The Flesh Desert has actually built a city?"
"That's rather strange!"
He silently drifted toward the city. The external logic soundlessly influenced everything entering the Flesh Desert.
However, this egg contained its own logic spacetime and could withstand the invasion of external logical forces, though doing so required expenditure!
Desolate Age had long understood all the rules here, because he had visited high-dimensional spacetime many years ago!
But Desolate Age soon halted the grotto-heaven's advance. He sensed an immense probing force heading this way.
He swiftly deployed his own logic. The grotto-heaven egg rapidly shrank, becoming the size of a speck of dust in the blink of an eye.
Mysterious logic covered it, making it no different from a mote of dust.
The immense probing force