In the Alps, an emaciated elder in red robes, with a white beard hanging to her chest and loose, dull skin, casually traced a circle. Then she straightened her withered hand into a blade and chopped down.
Reality before her split in two, and an ethereal alternate space squeezed through the rift, filled with countless points of starlight in a dazzling array of colors.
Some were incredibly tiny, but so numerous that they clustered together in dense masses.
Others floated alone, each as large as countless tiny points of light gathered together.
The Ancient One of this universe casually picked up a point of starlight and examined it closely. She shook her head, then gently put it back.
These points of light represented the essence of the corresponding lives in this universe. Each was the reflection of a sapient being in this alternate space.
The brighter and larger a point of light, the more extraordinary the power of the corresponding being.
And this alternate space represented the very reality of Earth-10011.
The red-robed Ancient One had sensed something abnormal happening to the essence of the universe, which was why she had come here to investigate.
Here, no invading demon god could hide.
Simply examining these essences of life, the Ancient One found nothing wrong with any of them.
Then she looked toward the center of the alternate space. It was pitch-black, like a miniature cosmic black hole entrenched at its heart, devouring all the surrounding light.
The Ancient One snorted and waved her hand. The central darkness split open, revealing a malformed mass of black flesh occupying the heart of the space. Countless tiny black tentacles stretched outward, latching onto the brighter points of light. Quite a few had already been contaminated.
"Someone actually placed an evil god's essence at