The world split open.
The wall did not answer Deathstroke's question. It acted directly. With a thunderous roar, it split neatly in two, like the Red Sea Moses had parted long ago.
Unidentified spatial matter formed new walls on both sides, and a winding path appeared before them. Far ahead, a tiny green-glowing point could be seen. That was clearly where the Origin Court stood.
"Excellent. You have earned my friendship, consciousness born from the Seventh Dimension. If the Tenth-Dimensional Being comes to trouble you again, I'll deal with her for you. That is my promise."
Well, the Seventh Dimension had no real needs, at least no material needs. But Su Ming never took anything from others for free. Since he had said they would negotiate terms, it had to be a transaction.
So he readily wrote a blank check. That made things fair.
Nodding in satisfaction at his own fairness, Su Ming summoned a large amount of black smoke. It lifted the two men and two pets into the air, following the path carved out by the Seventh Dimension itself as they made a short-distance transfer.
The path only looked like a road. In the Seventh Dimension, the shortest route between two points was not simply a straight line, so Quantum Teleportation was more convenient.
"Whoa, cousin, you're freaking amazing."
Deadpool, at the side, continued ingratiatingly massaging Deathstroke's back. Lowering his voice like a thief, he said:
"I once heard stories about opening the gates of heaven with a single sword strike. Never thought you could open the gates of heaven with your tongue. A few words, and the Seventh Dimension gave us a road. That's incredible. Can you teach me that move? My tongue is pretty flexible too, and there are some doors I want to open. Hehe!"