A dim thread of light fell through a gap in the clouds, neither brilliant nor clear.
When Bei Wu came to his senses, he had already appeared in this strange place.
A sea embracing every color and every possibility surged high. Illusory images of everything in the world and powers of every kind rose and fell within it.
Between the vast heavens and earth, it seemed nothing else remained—only this ancient, primal landscape.
"Urgh!"
Bei Wu clutched his eyes. The pain pierced deep into his bones, as though his soul were about to be torn apart. Inside him, countless different wills seemed to be struggling for independence.
"Now I finally know how that guy was driven to go all in." Su Lin sat on the beach nearby, chin propped on one hand, deep in thought. "He's even harder to kill than an Outer Deity. An absolute nightmare of mechanics."
The universe was its own incubator, and every passing second could serve as a new Anchor Point. Meanwhile, a Multiverse synchronized with its origin could be saved into countless Anchor Points, expanding both the strength and the longevity of its universes.
You layered yourself over me, and I layered myself over you. If you didn't die, neither did I. Even if we were all killed, we could reload an old save. Just keep nesting one inside another.
If Yaotian truly advanced into a complete Cosmic Emperor, she could drag the entire universe into a self-detonation, then flee to an Anchor Point beyond the Void.
At that point, getting off work on time would turn into overtime again.
Enduring that sensation of being split apart, Bei Wu called out the name. "Su Lin."
The sea raged, winds between worlds howled, and space cracked and shook!
That name was taboo. By speaking it,