This black hole lay hidden in the depths of the universe, cut off from everything outside, never again having any dealings with anything in the world.
Everything in the world seemed to have forgotten it.
Little did they know that its former self had been a creator of all things. Once, it had been the brightest light in the universe.
It was old, yet had not truly aged. Decline was merely the other side of prosperity; decline merely stored up strength for renewed prosperity. Only together could decline and prosperity form a complete life cycle.
And on this very day, Zhang Ming found the information belonging to this black hole.
As that vast torrent of information poured in, Zhang Ming's body began to grow cold.
At that moment, the immense information accumulated within the ancient black hole over countless years came flooding over, filling his mind.
He burned hot, then turned cold!
A black hole was not something a mere Transcendent like him could read at will.
But soon, Zhang Ming felt an inexplicable familiarity, as though he had returned to his hometown.
The Demon God Rules reacted subtly with the black hole. Two red lights flickered, pulling his awareness back.
One theory held that the singularity of the Big Bang was the point at the center of a black hole, the place where the universe began; another held that the universe humanity inhabited lay within a black hole; there was even a theory that all black holes were interconnected.
Humanity had no way to verify these strange speculations. They were all merely hypotheses.
Before he could savor the experience, the few anchors tethered to him glowed faintly, tugging at his consciousness.
Zhang Ming knew that too much time had passed. He had to return to reality. He bowed slightly