The self-annihilation following the extreme outburst plunged Lancelot's mind and will into a peculiar state.
In a daze, he arrived in a world that had never been explored before.
In the initial state of this world, even the concept of "nothingness" did not yet exist.
There is no darkness, because there is no light to contrast with.
There is no cold, because there is no warmth to lose.
There is no space that can be called "here," nor is there a time that can be called "then."
There is only an absolute state that cannot be described by any language; it is the "conceptual annihilation" that the Endless Divine Fist falls into after suffering the backlash following its ultimate strike.
Even Lancelot's very existence, along with the definitions of "Three Generations of God King," "Lord of Endless," and "Supreme God Tomb," has collapsed, extinguished, and returned to nothing.
But deep within the order structure of the Endless Star Sea, a scar remains.
A "Rift of the End" that runs across the very foundation of reality.
That was the wound torn by the Endless Divine Fist, which was now quietly suspended at the core of this absolute nothingness.
The edges of the crack have an eerie texture, not like damage, but more like the rough edges left after reality itself has been carefully trimmed. Upon closer inspection, countless specks of light, even smaller than elementary particles, are slowly falling; they are the last "dust of existence" transformed from the Particle Gods that have been completely annihilated.
In this void, Lancelot's mind and will drifted aimlessly and in a daze.
It is unknown how much time has passed—in fact, the word "long" is meaningless—deep within the crack, a tiny speck of dust trembled very slightly.
That was not physical motion, but the trembling of "possibility," a leaping motion arising from the interconnected ripples of Fate and cause and effect.
Then, the second, the third... billions of particles began to vibrate in sync.
They are not shaking randomly, but rather following a complex, pre-established rhythmic resonance.
If there were an observer inside the Time House at this moment, they would "hear" a heartbeat that transcends dimensions and Space-Time.
At first, it was slow and heavy, like the last pulse of a dying person.
Thump...
Thump...
Thump...
Then, the heartbeat began to accelerate and intensify, and the vibrations of the particles also increased.
They no longer drifted away, but instead began to move against some chaotic and disorderly force, following the trajectory and structure left by order, converging towards the deepest point of the crack.
At that moment, this desolate and empty world began to feel warm.
It was neither scorching nor warm, but a "temperature that existence should have," making the absolute nothingness around us, for the first time, distinguish "this place is different from that place."
"Who I am..."
Where am I...?
"What am I supposed to do...?"
A fragment of consciousness, like a bubble rising from the deep sea, struggled to take shape.
There was no specific thought process involved; it was merely an instinctive impulse to "define oneself."
As this impulse awakened, the Rift of the End began to operate in reverse. It no longer exuded an aura of annihilation, but instead became a reverse vortex, drawing back traces of "Lancelot, the Lord of Endless" from every corner of the Time House Universe, from the hidden tributaries of the River of Time, and even from the cracks in the memories of other beings.
These fragments of memory come from the cracks in Space-Time, and also from reflections of other parallel universes.
In the battle against the Sun God, Lancelot's other timelines were all wiped out. At the time, it seemed like a terrible thing, but now it can be considered a blessing in disguise.
Countless fragments of memory flowed upstream, pouring into the present-day ocean of annihilated particles.
As images and life experiences began to merge, the Particle Gods was shaped into a more human form, closer to the real world, and truly began its decisive transformation.
In one particular scene.
He (his consciousness was still unsure who this "he" was) felt a warmth on his fingertips. It was a moment too distant to recall, a time before he became a god, still a mortal boy. On a winter night, he cut his finger and used his blood to draw his first clumsy rune on a stone slab. The warmth of the blood droplet, mixed with the rough touch of the stone, and the nascent longing in his heart—"I want to understand all the laws of this world."
In another scene.
They were completely different life experiences, playing out like scenes from a movie.
A warm hand grasped his cold fingers—it was his mother. This concept resurfaced along with the scene, a mortal woman who had long since turned to dust in the passage of time. She said nothing, only used her rough fingertips to wipe away the blood from his fingertips, then gently enveloped his entire palm. That unconditional protection and warmth became the first rope anchoring his consciousness to his "self."
An inexplicable emotion awakened, prompting the revival of other things.
In one particular scene.
As Nightfall fell, a shooting star burned and fell into the night sky. The black-haired boy looked up, not making a wish, but feeling a near-painful resonance. He felt something burning, falling, and yearning to crash into some unknown land deep within his soul. The last light of that shooting star was rekindled in the depths of his consciousness.
Scenes flashed before the boy's eyes, freezing his expression.
It was the result of a brutal divine battle. A man who resembled him was on the verge of death when a similarly wounded minor god of the wilderness crashed into his body. The two beings clashed fiercely, tearing at each other, and finally, in extreme pain, achieved a kind of symbiosis. At that moment, the boy simultaneously felt the insignificance of a mortal and the terror of touching divinity.
Countless such fragments flowed back from all directions, surging into that increasingly warm vortex of particles.
They are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, beginning to build the outline of a "personality," but it's not enough; it's just a vague, fragile prototype of a "person."
The vortex that Rift of the End expanded, beginning to attract something larger and more fundamental.
More and more elementary particles are being created from the universe, or rather, "remembered" by Lancelot's reviving consciousness, and begin to combine and revive, following the order structure already engraved in their very essence.
Finally, the first ray of light appeared.
It is not light that illuminates anything, but rather a declaration of existence that bursts forth from the center of that cloud of light.
Following closely behind are thermal energy, kinetic energy, magnetic energy, dark energy... all known and unknown forms of energy, like the various parts of a symphony orchestra, beginning to play the prelude to revival.
In the dimension of Space-Time, a "point" is also established at the same time.
With this point as the origin, three-dimensional space is built up like an unfolding scroll, axis by axis.
Time began to flow, even causing the Time Ring to tremble and resonate, but the initial time was chaotic, multidirectional, and fragmented.
Fragments of the past, present, and future intertwine until a gradually clear consciousness, with unwavering willpower, straightens, calibrates, and fixes them into a one-way river.
Then comes the law, the Law of Gravity, which is like an invisible net, and it is woven first.
Electromagnetic force, strong nuclear force, and weak nuclear force followed closely behind.
The four fundamental forces arise from the structure of matter.
Then come more abstract laws: causality, Fate lines, probability clouds, conceptual logic... These are like the skeleton of a magnificent building, quickly constructing a framework for a "world that can exist".
In this process, the Rift of the End itself also changed. It was no longer a scar, but more like a gestating womb, a gateway to all possibilities, from the depths of the rift came a deep, vast chorus containing billions of sounds.
That was the whisper of billions of Particle Gods.
It is the reverberation of obsessions, insights, blessings, and curses left behind in the final moments of consciousness by all the Primordial Divine Soul that had been Termination, refined, and integrated into his very being by the Endless Divine Fist.
"Divinity... is a prison..."
"The power of will... is more scorching than divine fire..."
"To protect... until the very last speck of dust..."
"Destruction... is the other side of creation..."
These sounds do not constitute specific language, but rather directly wash over the awakening consciousness.
They attempted to regain dominance, trying to drag Lancelot into the chaos of "pure divinity."
But those human anchors who returned first transformed into chains, completely fixing Lancelot's mind and will.
"I am the final resting place of the Primordial Divine Soul!!"
His consciousness gradually cleared.
"There's nothing wrong with you re-emerging within me."
"I am the King of All Gods!!"
"Lord of Endless!!"
The vortex of matter particles has reached a critical point.
It began to contract rapidly inward, releasing indescribable light and energy. This process was not an explosion, but rather more like the birth of a universe accelerated billions of times.
Within the light, the first thing to appear was the outline of bones. These were not the bones of a living being, but something more essential, forged from solidified laws of matter, compressed concepts of Space-Time, and the most resilient remnants of the divine soul.
Within each bone, it seems, lies a miniature galaxy, or a frozen Epic of divine war.
The spine is like a giant pillar supporting the heavens and the earth, while the ribs are like a barrier protecting the core of the universe.
Along the contours of the skeleton, a complex network of divine energy began to spread. It was not only blood vessels, but also the pathway for the transmission of Divine Power, and a neural network connecting all the remnants of divine souls.
Golden divine blood, mixed with various conceptualized Supreme God, began to surge in his veins, emitting a deep rumble like the rotation of a galaxy.
Where blood flows, the concept of matter is defined, and the form of matter is fixed.
Then come the muscles and other tissues, which are not grown out of nothingness, but woven from nothingness using the purest energy threads, with causality as the shuttle and fate as the Fate and weft. Finally, the skin covers them, presenting a texture similar to human skin, yet faintly revealing the divine light and law runes flowing within.
Upon closer inspection, the skin's texture reveals Infinity array of fractal patterns, with each tiny line seemingly leading to an entrance to a secret realm.
His facial features became clearer, and he still looked like a human youth of twenty-three or twenty-four. But having experienced annihilation and rebirth, something deeper had settled beneath this "human" appearance.
At the same time, with the resurgence of Lancelot's Endless Divine Body...
The entire Time House Universe was enveloped by an indescribably powerful aura and began to be rebuilt.
Planets were devoured by matter particles and replaced, spatial dimensions were destroyed but quickly reorganized, laws were restored and then entered a state of decay, and the cycle repeated itself. The entire structure of the universe underwent earth-shattering changes, as if it were embedded into Lancelot's body.
At this moment, it seemed that Lancelot himself was a vast universe, and his advancement also propelled the entire universe to leap upwards.
In an instant, the vast universe was filled with bursts of golden light, a dazzling and shimmering radiance. Incomparably pure primal power surged and raged, and time, space, rules, order, paths, and the essence of the world all changed with Lancelot's aura.
Boom!!
Boom!!
Boom!!
A tremendous sound erupted from the depths of the universe, where countless particles of matter intertwined and evolved into numerous Rune Array, operating in ways that even the most advanced computers of advanced civilizations could not comprehend.
With each major cycle, the entire body of matter particles expands by a significant amount.
And at the very bottom of this galaxy.
The Infinite Serpent is screaming in agony.
His snake scales were being pulled off one by one.
The surging, vast golden energy was being swallowed up by the countless vortexes that appeared in the sky above.
Even their souls were frantically crumbling.
They themselves had no power to resist.
They could only watch helplessly as they disappeared little by little, completely swallowed up and reduced to nothingness.
"I hate it so much, I'm so unwilling to accept this..."
In the vast, golden sea of stars, the dying roar of the Infinite Serpent was completely drowned out, and particles of matter trembled, changed, and accumulated power.
Finally, all the particles coalesced into one, transforming into Lancelot's new physical body.
At this moment, the Time House Universe also ceased to exist.
The Time Ring, like a belt, wrapped around Lancelot's body.
His current state was quite peculiar. He had originally thought that his physical body and soul had long since merged into one, but now he realized that this was not the case. If they were not one entity existing together, how could they have merged into one?
This Nirvana allowed Lancelot to gain a deeper understanding of the essence of the world and the essence of cultivation.
Ultimately, all matter and energy have a common origin.
That was the origin of everything.
The essence of spiritual practice is to move closer to that origin.
Chaos, too, originated from that Land of Origin.
A myriad of thoughts swirled in Lancelot's mind, transforming into an incomparably brilliant flame of wisdom, coiling into a halo, layer upon layer floating behind his head.
The flames were like the flames produced by the burning of the most refined essence of his Endless Divine Body, containing all his thoughts, memories, will, beliefs, and all his spiritual existence.
The raging flames, burning everything in their path, kept Lancelot in peak mental condition at all times.
Then, his eyes suddenly opened.
Deep within the crimson-gold pupils, there was no longer a simple vortex of stars, but a miniature universe undergoing a primordial explosion, where life and death cycle endlessly, and humanity and divinity coexist amidst the flow of laws and runes, as if countless silhouettes of mortals' joys and sorrows flashed by within it.
Long black hair grows and falls from nothingness, the starlight at the ends flowing more vividly and naturally, as if each starlight is a dream of a sleeping world.
On the surface of his skin, a complex and mysterious network of runes glowed faintly before disappearing beneath his skin. He was fully clad in the Divine Armor of Origin, and the Scepter of the End transformed into a spear, which he held in his hand.
The Four Swords of Immortal Slaying and the Underworld both sank into the Divine Body, receiving the baptism of the new Divine Body's power.
At this moment, Lancelot finally took a deep breath.
His breath was not an inhalation of air, but rather the absorption of the newly constructed Space-Time structure, the network of laws, the flow of energy, and even the still-unsettled whispers of the gods, into his body, completing the final loop of existence.
Then, he raised his head slightly and looked at the World Tree and the Ancestral Tree of Life.
The former responded with a smile, while the latter was also filled with shock. The Ancestral Tree of Life sensed extremely surging life force fluctuations and an uncontrollable pressure of status emanating from Lancelot.
"Lord of Endless, your life rank..."
"Indeed, I have officially entered the level of Supreme God." Lancelot let out a long sigh, and the galaxy seemed to reverse.
A terrifying power was hidden within him, making him compelled to unleash it!