The One Who Made the Rules

These words carried no emotion, yet they were more oppressive than any raging energy.

Creation Court fell into an unprecedented silence.

The madness and fighting spirit in Knull's scarlet eyes slowly faded, replaced by a complex emotion.

He looked at Xiao Han as though he were an ultimate being born from the same source as himself, yet one who had taken an entirely different path.

"Objections?" Knull mocked inwardly.

Of course I have objections. But this is no longer a matter of whether I object or not.

He could sense that the power Xiao Han had displayed just now—the ability to directly rewrite things on a conceptual level and even manipulate supreme directives—had already surpassed the limits of his understanding.

Knull understood that he might be able to destroy countless universes, but the man before him could decide how countless universes ought to exist.

That was a difference in kind.

"Looks like you're even more interesting than I imagined," Knull murmured deep within his consciousness.

The darkness boiling within him began to feel heartfelt reverence for the presence of something that was not darkness.

Meanwhile, the seven Celestials reacted even more intensely.

They were the embodiment of cosmic order, the guardians of the rules.

Their modes of thought were like the most precise cosmic computers.

At this moment, their core logic was being savagely battered by the uncomputable paradox before them, nearly causing them to crash.

[Unable to comprehend.]

[Threat level cannot be assessed.]

[Existence surpasses known dimensions.]

Arishem the Judge's enormous head, composed of pure energy, slowly turned toward Xiao Han.

Confusion appeared within his vast consciousness.

For hundreds of millions of years, they had judged countless civilizations and passed verdicts upon countless gods. Everything had been within the scope of their calculations and comprehension.

But today,