Spacetime Wormhole

Thud!

The flaming doorway closed just like that.

The sound startled Zhang Yang and Diana awake.

Ding! Mythic quest [Dark Crisis] completed. Quest rating: Perfect (100% completion). Reward obtained: Sorcerer Skill Tree!

Another sound rang by Zhang Yang's ear—the system's notification that the quest had been completed!

Magical knowledge he had never seen or heard of before poured into his mind, directly imprinting itself into his brain. Whenever he wanted, he could use it.

The magic contained within this knowledge differed from the magic practiced at Kamar-Taj and throughout the modern magical world. Every spell possessed formidable offensive power and was especially compatible with the destruction-filled magic within him.

After understanding the system reward, Zhang Yang sent his consciousness into the Dark Fire. He encountered no resistance. Clearly, Dormammu had already erased his spiritual imprint from the Dark Fire.

"What exactly did he mean?"

As Zhang Yang engraved his own spiritual imprint into the Dark Fire, he pondered why Dormammu had given it to him.

The Dark Fire was not merely a ball of flame on the surface. Rather, it was the tangible manifestation of authority over the entire Dark Space.

In other words, by controlling this Dark Fire, Zhang Yang obtained partial control authorization over Dark Space. Although it was not much, within Dark Space, it was equivalent to possessing unlimited energy.

Since he had already made spiritual imprints twice before, Zhang Yang easily engraved his own imprint into the Dark Fire this time, becoming one of Dark Space's controllers.

Through the Dark Fire, Zhang Yang discovered in surprise that Dormammu, the ruler of Dark Space, possessed only slightly more authority than he did!

He held 45% authority over Dark Space, while Dormammu held 55%. There was only a 10% difference between them!

What did that mean?

If Zhang Yang wished, he could enter Dark Space at any time and use authority against authority to truly kill Dormammu!

As wild thoughts ran through his mind, the Dark Fire transformed into a tiny black dot and merged into the Dimension Heart.

Only then did Zhang Yang shake his head and prepare to leave.

But... when he saw someone, he stopped what he was doing.

Diana.

The Wonder Woman from Paradise Island stared at him expressionlessly.

The tip of her blade slowly moved downward, finally stopping three inches below his navel.

"Gulp..."

Zhang Yang swallowed. "Um... don't get worked up. Let's talk this out!"

"I understand now!"

The killing intent around Diana grew increasingly intense. "Rather than hope for a man to change his mind, it's better to be direct. Only now do I understand what those Amazon traditions are for."

"What traditions?"

Zhang Yang was confused. Just as he spoke, Diana suddenly vanished.

Before he could react, a fierce gust struck toward the back of his head. Stimulated by danger, the magic within him surged into towering waves.

Endless magic erupted from Zhang Yang's body. Even his strengthened body instantly split open with countless blood-red cracks.

Under the pressure of that magic, Diana, who had already reached Zhang Yang's back, unwillingly came to a stop.

She had not stopped voluntarily. Zhang Yang's magic had forced her to stop.

"Break... for me!"

Diana struggled to move her hands. Something that normally took less than a second was now incomparably slow.

Yet they were still moving.

As her hands drew closer together, golden light was triggered, and holy power began to resist Zhang Yang's magic.

It worked, though not very noticeably.

For example, Diana could move her body now, but she could not move quickly. She could only move bit by bit, slowly.

In the end, she still reached Zhang Yang and raised her hand.

Zhang Yang turned around and looked at Diana's raised hands, then at those eyes filled with determination. He suddenly realized what the so-called Amazon tradition was...

It was...

In that brief moment of distraction, the magic within him became chaotic for less than 0.01 seconds. As a goddess of war, Diana precisely seized that opportunity.

Before Zhang Yang's widened eyes, that delicate hand struck his neck with perfect accuracy.

It hurt.

But Zhang Yang did not pass out.

Zhang Yang's physical capabilities were inferior to Diana's, but not by all that much. Taking that blow head-on was OK—no problem!

However, that strike stirred the Dimension Heart within Zhang Yang. The blue and green points of light inside inexplicably collided, forming a force of spacetime.

The surrounding space began to distort, and time began to freeze.

Streams of spacetime turbulence appeared around him. Under Diana's terrified, regretful gaze, Zhang Yang was swallowed by a suddenly appearing spacetime wormhole.

On a battlefield, two armies faced each other. War was on the verge of breaking out.

On one side stood an alliance of humans and local gods.

On the other was an alliance composed of countless fleets.

"Look at the sky!"

Someone from the human side suddenly spoke, shock filling their voice.

At the same time, the interstellar fleet also noticed the changes in the sky.

In the previously cloudless sky, a blue-and-green hole appeared. It gradually expanded. Curious Parademons flew up to investigate, only for their bodies to rapidly age midway before they weathered away entirely.

"It's the power of time!"

Among the local gods of Little Broken Planet, someone recognized the power, their voice full of shock. "And space!"

"This is Spacetime Force!"

As the king of the Greek gods of Olympus among the local gods, he was well-informed enough to recognize the source of this power.

"I wonder whether the enemy created it."

Odin, king of the Norse gods, wore a solemn expression. "Zeus, we've competed our entire lives. Perhaps this will be our final contest."

"I won't yield the title of king of the gods to you!"

Zeus laughed heartily. The two kings of their respective pantheons exchanged a look, seeing fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

The combined fleet.

"Is this Spacetime Force?"

The young Darkseid watched the wormhole in the sky, the weapon in his hand eager to move. "Perhaps... we can control it?"

"My apologies, my king."

As the chief adviser, DeSaad shook his head. "With our current technology, we can at most control the power of space. As for the power of time, even your father..."

"Hm?"

Darkseid abruptly turned around, his icy gaze locking onto DeSaad. "What did you say?"

"My mistake, my king."

DeSaad was a clever man. Realizing he had spoken out of turn, he immediately dropped to his knees.

"I'll spare you this time."

Darkseid shifted his gaze and looked at the Spacetime Force above, desire appearing in his eyes.

At this point, he had yet to master the power of Omega Beams, and he still lived beneath his father's shadow.

He had come to Little Broken Planet because he had heard it possessed a special power, one that could grant him the strength to overthrow his father's rule!

So he came.

With his invincible fleet, he came to this Little Broken Planet.

He knew that the ignorant people below had formed an alliance to resist him.

But they could never imagine what he would bring them!

War!

Enslavement!

And... terror that reached into the depths of their souls!