And when the figure of "Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi" twisted completely, turning into a pitch-black streak of utter madness and vanishing into the depths of the overlapping phantasms of the "light of True and False, Real and Illusory," the space-time rhythm above the entire Fated Black River did not pause even in the slightest.
Hum...
Hum...
An ancient, melodious rhythm echoed continuously through the depths of the fault in nothingness.
Suspended in the void, Zhou Heng stood straight as a pine, his white robes like snow, the nine-colored divine radiance in his hands still sweeping ceaselessly along profoundly mysterious trajectories.
Wherever the "Dance Light of Heaven and Earth" passed, the Fated Black River's eternal deathly silence was torn apart completely. Curtains of nine-colored light became sacred bridges spanning heaven and earth, tightly linking the Eleventh Dimension to the indescribable Twelfth Dimension.
And at the end of those endless curtains of nine-colored light, deep within the Twelfth Dimension, the "Transcendence Space-Time Dancer," whose immense body blotted out the Sea of Stars, likewise rose and fell in rhythm with Zhou Heng's steps.
With every step, another layer peeled away from the dimensional barriers.
With every sweep of an arm, the causal factors trembled more violently.
And the instant the two peerless dancers reached absolute resonance at the same frequency, a great power of reception originating in the deepest reaches of the Ancient Era surged outward from that mysterious space within the Twelfth Dimension.
It was a dimensional pull that stood entirely above ordinary spatial transportation.
There was no violent tearing, no clash of laws, only rhythm synchronized to absolute purity.
The nine-colored radiance resembled indestructible threads of causality, winding around Zhou Heng little by little with the rhythm of the dance.
Then the space beneath Zhou Heng's