The universe was falling into my eyes.
Light, gravity, electromagnetic nerves, muscles, joints, cells, time, space, entropy, Fate—everything was within my grasp.
The me of now was omnipotent.
Ash slowly breathed out, his brilliantly multicolored white hair flying in the wind. Though he stood on the treacherous Doomsday Battlefield, he looked as relaxed and content as if he had just finished a shower and gone out to the balcony for some air, his gaze hazy as though he had just woken up.
After successfully suppressing Black Devil, Ash had not only seized back control of his body, but had also temporarily shared Black Devil's artifice realm. This was the first time he possessed both the power of Artifice Supremacy and the Wisdom of Artifice Supremacy—he had truly reached the pinnacle of artificer civilization.
But in truth, Ash's performance had not improved in the slightest. He could perceive the same amount as before. If it were compared to the God Realm, when Ash stepped into the God Realm, he could "see colors he had never seen before"; the Ash of now could "understand colors he had never understood before."
In fact, Ash's spiritual perception was already infinitely close to the artificer's limit, and the fact that he could see the God Realm in Illusion Hell was proof. As the crystallization of knowledge and Spell Power, Void Wings were themselves the means by which artificers perceived the world; one could even say Void Wings were an artificer's "Tactile" sense. The moment Ash possessed the Supreme Void Wing, even without Secret Domain Void Wings, his spiritual perception ranked among the top two in all history, with only Starry Sky able to firmly surpass him.
But perceiving so much was meaningless. Ash's artifice realm was far too barren. If it were likened to sound,