Saint's Finger, Incomprehensible Reality Distortion

Time, at the moment Nuwa extended her finger, seemed to be put into slow motion.

The pale white torrent of energy, capable of evaporating a galaxy, was stretched into a long, solidified beam of light across everyone's retinas. The energy it contained was so terrifying that the chaotic space it passed through was undergoing irreversible collapse, turning into the most primal void.

This was pure, unreasonable, ultimate destruction on a physical level.

It was the standard procedure of the "Gestalt" civilization to deal with all organic lifeforms.

In their calculations, no Level 3.7 civilization could withstand this blow. All matter in the target world would be completely decomposed into fundamental particles within 0.001 standard cosmic hours.

However, the calculation was off.

Nuwa's finger landed on the very front of the energy torrent.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

No fierce clash between laws and energy.

Not even any observable phenomenon occurred.

That world-destroying torrent of energy simply... disappeared.

Yes, disappeared.

It wasn't blocked, annihilated, or transferred.

It was as if it had never existed, completely erased from this time and space, from everyone's perception.

It was like someone had used an eraser on a film, rubbing out the most glaring frame.

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie, dead silence.

On the "Civilization," the Three Sovereigns and all the Human Race generals had their mouths agape, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets. Their brains were completely unable to process what they had just witnessed.

"Wh-what just happened?"

"Where did the attack go? That beam, so thick and bright?"

"Did... did the Holy Mother Empress... eat it?"

A young general unconsciously asked a foolish question, but no one laughed at him. Because everyone's understanding had been completely overturned.

They knew Saints were powerful, but their understanding of "powerful" was still stuck at the level of destroying heavens and earth, moving mountains and filling seas.

But what they had just seen transcended the category of "powerful."

What was that?

Was it speaking reality into existence? Creating something from nothing? Or... directly altering reality?

They didn't understand.

But they were deeply shaken.

And even more shaken than them was the diamond-shaped black warship.

Or rather, the collective consciousness of the "Gestalt" within the warship.

[Alert.]

[Alert.]

[Main Cannon 'Causality Erasure Beam', attack ineffective.]

[Target... sustained no damage.]

[Energy reaction... zero.]

[Law perturbation... zero.]

[Spatial curvature change... zero.]

A string of "zeros" flashed red garbled code in the "Gestalt's" central processing core.

This was impossible!

The "Causality Erasure Beam" was their fleet's standard ultimate weapon. Its principle was not energy impact, but rather, through ultra-high-dimensional calculation, to forcibly sever the target's "causality" on the timeline, erasing its very concept of "existence" from the past to the present.

This was a dimensional reduction attack involving the concepts of time and existence.

They had used this move to format countless resisting civilizations.

It had never failed.

But today, their proudest ultimate technology was like a clay ox entering the sea, not even creating a ripple.

[Re-evaluating target.]

[Scanning target lifeform... analysis failed.]

[Scanning target energy composition... analysis failed.]

[Scanning target law authority... analysis failed.]

[Conclusion: Target is an unresolvable 'unknown existence'. Threat level, elevated from 3.7 to... undefinable.]

The collective consciousness of the "Gestalt" experienced emotional fluctuations akin to "chaos" for the first time. Their logic library had no contingency plan for handling such a situation.

An individual that could not be scanned, analyzed, or defined, yet could casually erase their "Causality" attack.

This is no longer science.

What is this...?

"See that?"

Chen Ran's will echoed within Nuwa's Primordial Spirit, carrying a hint of amusement.

"To these tin cans, you are the most unreasonable 'BUG'. All their attacks are based on the universal laws they can comprehend. And a Saint is, in itself, an unreasonable, walking, human-shaped 'Heavenly Dao'."

Nuwa didn't respond.

She simply gazed at the diamond-shaped warship, a flicker of curiosity crossing her clear, cool eyes.

What had she just done?

She herself couldn't quite explain it.

When that attack came, she instinctively felt that its essence was a negation of "existence."

So, she also wielded her own authority.

As a Heavenly Dao Saint, she possessed extremely high privileges within the "server" that was the Primordial Era.

Since the other party intended to "negate" the existence of the Human Race fleet.

She then "negated" the existence of the opponent's "attack."

Simple, direct, and domineering.

This was the way Saints fought.

Not a contest of energy, but a direct modification of the world's rules.

The "Gestalt's" silence lasted only a few seconds.

Their immense computational power quickly devised a new plan.

If a single, conceptual attack was ineffective.

Then they would use the most primitive, purest, and "uneraseable" physical attack.

Hummm--

Countless armor plates slid open on the surface of the diamond-shaped warship.

Dense, honeycomb-like launch ports were revealed.

From each launch port extended spindle-shaped objects, gleaming with cold metallic light.

[Initiating 'Mass Storm' strike protocol.]

[Launch Units: 3.6 million.]

[Warheads: Ultra-dense neutron star core matter.]

[Launch Velocity: Sub-light speed.]

[Target: Area saturation attack.]

[Logic Judgment: No individual existing in three-dimensional space can simultaneously annihilate three million physical projectiles, traveling at sub-light speeds and containing neutron star mass.]

[Executing.]

The next moment.

Three million streams of death, like meteors, tore through the chaos, leaving long trails behind them.

They lacked brilliant special effects or terrifying energy fluctuations.

All they possessed was the purest "mass," enough to crush everything.

This was a violent aesthetic of physics, capable of smashing the entire starfield into a chaotic ruin.

Facing this storm of steel, Nuwa's expression finally changed slightly.

It was a subtle... disdain, tinged with a hint of helplessness.