There was nothing but white between heaven and earth. Perhaps this was what the universe had looked like before its birth. Before even the void had come into existence, everything had been a blank sheet of paper.
But that was looking at it from the perspective of a story. The Beyonders had never liked stories. They had no need to know the origins and course of everything; they merely pursued endless energy, pursuing the ultimate Mystery of the universe.
When the collision of countless Single Universes failed to achieve their experimental goal, they would feel no regret. One day in the future, they would launch a Multiversal-level experiment. After that failed, they would launch a Multiversal Level experiment, then a Megaverse-level one, until they launched an Omniverse-level experiment and got themselves killed in the process.
That was the nature of technological races: a typical self-destructive tendency. In their search for a path of development, they trusted logic and laws too much while overlooking miracles.
Just as they had probably never imagined that humans would come here, invade their home, and do something even more terrifying to them.
The White Light faded, and Deathstroke's group found themselves in a new space. It resembled the interior of some pyramid, except its walls were entirely built from blue Cosmic Cubes stacked one atop another.
At a glance, it was merely a corridor, yet the number of cubes used in it was impossible to count. The most powerful energy source and supercomputers in a three-dimensional universe were as commonplace as stones here.
"Slade, where are we?" Doom moved closer to Deathstroke, ready to cast a spell under the warrior's protection at any moment.
"Inside CCU's independent space." Su Ming remained calm. He kicked Deadpool, who was likewise trying to come closer, smearing the filth