The dark void swallowed Miao Tiaojun's body in an instant.
There was no sound of wind, no gravity, no up or down, left or right. Even the sensation of "time passing" vanished completely.
One second outside felt like ten thousand years here.
Miao Tiaojun's startled cry was cut off instantly, devoured by nothingness without a trace. He floated in a boundless, chaotic ocean, his body weightless, his organs seemingly hollowed out. Even his breathing grew painfully sluggish.
What surrounded him was not darkness, but pure absence.
No sky, no earth, no light, no sound.
Only countless tiny, transparent fragments of space-time, like stardust, drifted slowly, chaotically, eternally, colliding, shattering, and reforming.
Within those fragments lay reflections of the countless paths of the entire universe.
He saw the Holy War of a hundred thousand years ago-the Snow Emperor's vast army sweeping across the river of stars, the holy radiance nebula illuminating the darkness, billions of rays of sacred light descending to pass gentle yet domineering judgment on every heretic.
He saw Hades standing alone in the abyss, the Werewolf Race's iron cavalry trampling stars to pieces, dark supernatural energy sweeping across an entire star region and coldly tearing apart every hypocritical peace.
The fleeting images also showed the bloody age of slavery when the Whale Shark Race crushed the Golden Elephant Race, the tens of thousands of years Yuan Zheng spent preaching, the rise and destruction of countless planets, and the birth and death of countless living beings.
Past, present, and future were all interwoven here.
Time was no longer a line, but a turbulent current; space was no longer a boundary, but a fold.
An ordinary person entering this place would instantly be driven insane by the torrent of scrambled space-time memories. Their consciousness would collapse completely, leaving not even