At this moment, the Weave is like a giant element separator, an element processing plant. The Berserk attacks of the four Elemental Lord have been forcibly reversed by the Weave into a collaborative industrial process.
The power released by the Elemental Spirit ' attacks in the process of fighting against the Weave becomes the driving force for maintaining this process.
The higher the efficiency of the collision process between the two parties, the higher the operating efficiency of the element processing plant.
Each temporarily created spatial dimension is connected to the energy core of the Weave. The power of the four Elemental Lord, after passing through the Weave's reaction matrix, becomes a pure, docile, and standardized flow of Magic Power. This Magic Power is directly injected into the Weave to reinforce the suppression of other areas of the Elemental Dimension.
All of the Goddess of the Weave's defensive actions are based on the same cold premise: in the face of absolute order, Berserk is merely an inefficient form of energy.
Instead of resisting the waves, she built dams and hydroelectric power stations, making the waves generate electricity for her.
Instead of extinguishing the wildfire, she built furnaces and boilers to power it.
Instead of preventing earthquakes, she designed shock absorbers and energy harvesters to recover and utilize the kinetic energy of earthquakes.
Instead of fighting the storm, she erects windmills and fairings, allowing the storm to rotate along the path she sets.
The four Elemental Lord soon discovered that every attack they launched was measured, categorized, encoded, and archived. Every ounce of their power was transformed, transferred, allocated, and utilized.
They are not fighting against an enemy, but against a system.
The advantages of a single field appear weak and helpless when faced with this vast system.
Their offensive was more like providing the necessary raw materials and starting energy for the construction of a grand system.
Throughout this process, the Goddess of the Weave remained absolutely calm. It seemed that in her eyes, this so-called "Elemental Lord Counterattack" and the so-called Elemental Spirit were nothing more than a few abnormal data streams that needed to be processed during system initialization.
Of course, we don't know exactly what the Goddess of the Weave was thinking, but we can imagine the immense pressure she faced when confronting the Elemental Spirit, an Eternity being.
At the same time, the four Elemental Lord were firmly suppressed by the Weave, while the Elemental Furnace was able to easily carry out its attack on the living forces of the Elemental Dimension.
Tear!!
The celestial dome of the Elemental Dimension tore open further.
Elemental Furnace, enveloped in seven-colored light, descended from the sky like the sun falling, magnificent and awe-inspiring, with an aura of death and Destruction sweeping down from above.
The Elemental Furnace —this Miracle Creation, which the Federation has controlled for so long, has never been merely a builder; it is also a destroyer, a weapon.
Now, this weapon has begun operating at full power as a "pure Destruction weapon".
The Elemental Furnace has no consciousness, no emotions, no choices; it is simply a machine so precise it transcends the laws of nature, executing an instruction written into its core.
[Target - Elemental Dimension. Pattern - Complete Decomposition. Execute!!]
Then the furnace began to shake.
The "Flowing Light of Fire" from the Elemental Furnace turned first, bursting forth from the surface of fire and aimed at the Fire Elemental Plane of the Elemental Dimension, where the Core Zone is an Eternity sea of fire that has been burning for billions of years.
Countless fire elemental beings lived in the sea of fire, building their own houses, creating civilizations, cultivating paradises, or living prosperous lives. But Destruction always came suddenly.
A dark red beam of light tore through the Void. It was not light, but the embodiment of the concept of "burning." Wherever the beam passed, even the concept of "space" began to burn.
The moment the beam of light struck the Fire Elemental Plane, the laws governing the fire element were instantly overturned.
The law that "burning requires fuel" in a sea of fire has been forcibly modified to "burning consumes its own existence."
The flames, covering billions of square kilometers, began to devour themselves, burning each other and forming an Infinity collapsing vortex of fire.
The Cornerstone of the Plane of Fire, the Lava Continent, began to melt. Large chunks of land did not turn into magma, but instead vaporized directly into nothingness.
One by one, the fiery pillars supporting the plane broke, each collapse triggering an energy release wave comparable to an explosion of the plane's universe.
Cracks also appeared at the spatial boundaries of the plane, and what emerged from the cracks was not flames, but pure "nothingness".
The Scorching Wind Mountains burned to Ashes, Ashes burned a second time before dissipating, until even the concept of Ashes disappeared.
In the Lava ocean, the ocean boils and evaporates, exposing the seabed, which is then burned into a glassy state within a fraction of a second, and then the glass also burns.
The sky is ablaze, the sky itself is burning, the clouds are fiery clouds, the rain is fiery rain, and even the concept of "sky" is distorted and deformed by the high temperature.
The entire Fire Elemental Plane is collapsing and disappearing little by little, let alone the fire elemental life forms living within it.
The low-level fire spirits, whose flames condensed into sparks of intelligence, didn't even have time to react before being erased from existence the instant the beam touched them.
That wasn't death, but rather "never having existed."
The Flame Apostles at the Sanctuary level had finally managed to condense a more powerful elemental body through the Sanctuary, but now their bodies were beginning to mutate. The flames rising from their bodies were no longer pure red, but were stained with dark purple patterns resembling those of a furnace.
These patterns spread like a virus, and the infected flame apostles began to attack their own kind, heading towards destruction in a frenzied mutual devouring.
To ordinary fire elemental beings, each of the True God- level Flame Lords was an ancient being who ruled the Fire Domain. Faced with the sudden arrival of disaster, they chose to resist, but the Flame Lords soon discovered that this disaster was far too terrible.
The more energy their fiery shields absorbed, the more fiercely they burned; in fact, every bit of fire elemental power they mobilized accelerated the collapse of the entire plane.
The most powerful lords joined forces to try to extinguish the "abnormal combustion," but only made the flames burn even more fiercely—because the Elemental Furnace had altered its rules, "Extinguishing an attempt to extinguish a fire will instead fuel it."
This is a strike at the conceptual level.
This involves the existence of information hierarchies.
According to the Spirit Saint Domain, this is an attack at the level of the Great Dao.
The Great Way Power!!
Even True God is nothing more than an ant before the power of the Great Dao and the rules of concepts.
Before turning into dust, a fire lord let out a final lament to the entire Elemental Dimension: "The flames within my body... are actually afraid to burn?!"
The wailing sounds spread outwards, and the "Water Surface" of the Elemental Furnace rotated, aiming at the Water Elemental Plane —a realm of Endless oceans and suspended water domes.
A beam of pale blue light, like a celestial river flowing backwards, was not water, but rather the negation of the concepts of "flow" and "liquidity".
The beam of light pierced through the core of the Water Elemental Plane — the Sea Eye of Guixu, also known as the Abyss Sea Eye.
All water in the entire Water Elemental Plane, regardless of its form (liquid, solid, gas, or plasma), is forcibly locked into the fourth state: the law-based crystalline state.
The ocean transformed into a massive, trembling blue crystal, its internal structure resembling a shattered mirror.
The suspended water dome is frozen in mid-air, like time frozen in time.
The life cycle of the Water Elemental Plane —evaporation-condensation-rainfall—has been permanently interrupted.
The water network, the energy vessels of the plane, began to wither; the water flowing through the pipes was no longer living water, but dead voids.
The Heart of the Tides, the power source of the Water Elemental Plane, has also ceased beating, and the entire plane has fallen into absolute silence.
Who could have imagined that one day, the Water Elemental Plane, the source of water in the Astral Realm, would begin to "dry up"? This is not due to water evaporation, but rather the loss of the very concept of "water".
The exposed seabed weathered rapidly, not into a desert, but into a logical wasteland where even sand could not form, leaving only a bizarre area that "should have matter but actually has nothing."
The boundary of the Water Elemental Plane is contracting inward, like a leaking balloon; for every inch it contracts, a large area of water "disappears."
The water element civilization is the most intelligent of the Elemental Dimension; they have built magnificent crystal palaces, Tidal Academy, Deep Sea Library, and more.
The Spacetime Research Society in the Astral Realm contains many great scholars from the Water Element Civilization.
But at this moment, the water element civilization suffered the cruelest Destruction inflicted upon them by the Elemental Furnace.
The magnificent crystal palace, constructed from billions of tons of liquid crystal, lost its "Sturdiness" within 0.3 seconds of being touched by the beam of light, collapsing like a melting candle. The memory water mirror inside, a magical artifact that stores the history of civilization, also shattered completely, and the fragments reflected not the past, but a void future.
The Eternity fountain in the throne room began to flow backward, spewing not water, but black, light-devouring "antimatter droplets."
At the Tidal Academy, where water element Sage gather, the scholars are organizing themselves in an attempt to resist, but they see the beam of light first, and then all their research data on paper/water curtain/crystal plate is automatically cleared.
The knowledge in the minds of the water element Sage crumbled like a sandcastle; they forgot who they were, what they were doing, and even the act of "thinking" itself.
The Tidal Academy's most precious Water Codex of Ten Thousand Spells records the ultimate secrets of water magic. It begins to self-immolate—the water burns, but the fire is black, chillingly cold, as if piercing straight to the soul.
Faced with the forbidden Deep Sea Library that holds the oldest secrets of the Elemental Dimension, the beam of light released by the Elemental Furnace did not destroy it directly, but did something far more terrible.
The contents of all the books were replaced, and the text was transformed into undecipherable, twisted runes. Anyone who attempted to read them would be driven into perpetual madness. The library's guardian spirit, a Abyss soul that had lived for millions of years, was forcibly "awakened." It realized that it was merely a prisoner's consciousness, and then dissipated itself in the collapse of its concept of existence, letting out an extremely mournful cry before its death.
The Deep Sea Library began to sink, not into the seabed, but into a realm of "non-existence," burying the Destruction knowledge within it forever.
Before his consciousness faded, a water elemental elder had a sudden realization. "The spellcasters aren't plundering... they're erasing. Erasing all evidence of our existence—civilization, history, glory... They want to seize the entire Elemental Dimension."
"Unfortunately, we realized this too late; we should have prepared earlier."
The Elemental Furnace showed no mercy, launching an attack on the Wind Elemental Plane immediately afterward, targeting the Wind Elemental Plane —a world of Eternity storms and floating islands.
A ripple so transparent it was almost invisible spread outwards into the eye of the storm. It was not a beam of energy, but a cage of the concepts of "movement" and "freedom".
Where the ripples passed, the Eternity storm belt that had raged for billions of years suddenly stopped—not by slowing down, but by coming to an absolute stillness.
The Thunder Mountains, suspended in the storm, lost its wind pressure support and began to fall erratically. The mountain ranges collided in the air and shattered into a rain of billions of stones.
The ionized cloud sea solidified like a solid plate, then the plate cracked, and what emerged from the crack was not lightning, but pure silence.
The characteristic of the Wind Elemental Plane is "Infinity free spatial fluidity," but this characteristic has now been stripped away.
Space becomes "hard," like frozen amber, and any object attempting to move must shatter space itself to advance.
The dimensional rifts all closed, and the resulting spatial shockwaves tore apart thousands of sky islands.
The floating islands no longer float; instead, they are tossed, kneaded, and crushed at will by an invisible giant hand.
The Drifting Cloud Mountains, composed of solidified clouds, was torn apart by multiple force fields, scattered like cotton, and turned into cold Ashes as the cloud wisps drifted away.
The Wind Elemental Plane has no "civilization" in the traditional sense, but it has a complex and intricate storm ecosystem.
However, these storm ecosystems suffered Destruction blow at this moment.
The Energy Lightning Forest, composed of permanent lightning, is home to elemental creatures such as Thunderbirds, Electric Eels, and Ion Spirits.
After the ripples passed, the lightning was "extinguished," not disappeared, but turned into black, energy-absorbing negative lightning.
The Thunderbird suddenly lost power while in flight and fell like a stone, turning into dust before hitting the ground.
The electric eel dragons tried to burrow into the clouds for refuge, only to find that the clouds had turned into solid walls. Upon impact, their scales were stripped off and their bones shattered.
Ion spirits, energy life forms without physical form but only consciousness, were forcibly "materialized," and disintegrated the moment they gained a physical body because they could not adapt.
In the Singing Canyon, the wind passing through special rock strata creates Eternity beautiful harmonies, attracting unique life forms such as sound wave beasts, resonance flowers, and melody vines.
But as the ripples spread, the wind stopped, and the canyon fell into a deathly silence. The silence was so pure that sound itself began to die. The sonic beasts starved to death because they lost the sound waves they depended on for survival. Before they died, they could not even let out a mournful cry. The flower petals withered one by one, and each petal that fell triggered a miniature "sound vacuum explosion." The melody vines withered rapidly, and the musical note runes that grew naturally on the vines went out one after another.
The boundless sky, most cherished by wind elemental life, has been divided into countless enclosed cubic spaces. Each cube is an independent prison, and the flow of time within the cube is random. In some cubes, the flow is accelerated by ten thousand times, causing the creatures inside to age and die instantly. In others, the flow is almost still, and the prisoners will suffer Eternity confinement. The color of the sky changes from pure azure to a sickly grayish-purple, like a necrotic wound.
An elderly sky whale, in its final moments, ceased its attempts to escape. It raised its head, its half-blind eyes gazing towards the furnace, silently questioning: Why must even the freedom to fly be taken away?
The Elemental Furnace offered no reply. Only the humming of energy charging for the next wave of attacks.