Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

A flash of light.

The battle platform is empty.

It is not emptiness in a physical sense, but a complete clearing at the level of "existence".

At the moment of his departure, Luo Kunlun did not merely leave on his own.

With his newly solidified authority over the Seventh Ancestor, combined with the characteristics of the Court of Possibility—"the sole destination of all possibilities"—he launched a conceptual operation that transcended the established rules of the battle plan.

The entire "Star Wars Disk," including all surviving individuals, chaotic energy, broken rules, and even the license marks recently signed by the progenitors, is "defined" as a special "possibility set state," and its entirety is "converged" into a subordinate information layer of its own dimension of existence.

This means that all surviving individuals, including the Star Forger, the Mist God, the Ember Beast King, the remnants of the Calamity of Wisdom, Mosayus, the Lawbringer of Causality, and so on, were not destroyed, but their existence was "frozen".

Like being collected into a book called "Star Wars," becoming a "static exhibition scene" or "sample to be analyzed" in Luo Kunlun's personal garden of possibilities.

Their consciousness was in a near-stagnant, protected state of suspension, awaiting a possible "reading" or "release" by Lokunlun at some future time.

The structure and rules of the battle arena itself, as well as the suppression and permission imposed by the progenitors, were also "packaged" and taken away.

This is equivalent to Luo Kunlun moving this "screening dish" along with the "ingredients" and "seasonings" inside from the kitchen into his newly opened "private storage room".

The permission signed by the progenitors was enforced in the most thorough way, including the clause "allowing secession".

Not only did Lokunlun himself break away, but "the beings associated with him" also broke away.

This included everything that was in the same battleground as him at the time.

All of this happened silently, yet with incredible speed.

On a seven-dimensional scale, when Lokunlun finalized the nature of his own existence and used his progenitor-level authority to perform "definitive convergence," his efficiency and priority surpassed the immediate reaction speed of the acquired progenitors based on the old rules framework of the war board.

Thus, in the perception of the other beings in the Sea of ​​Seven-Dimensional Possibilities—including those few newly compromised Acquired Progenitors—the following scene unfolded.

They had just signed the permit and were preparing to "politely send off" this troublesome newcomer.

The next second, the target, along with its clear spatial coordinate marker, "Starship War Disk," disappeared from the public perception domain.

It's not hidden, it's not transferred, it's more like... it was directly "cut" from the current "real-world page".

The cold, metallic will: "...?"

"...Battleground coordinates...lost? Along with all associated pheromones?"

The third direct will erupted with intense fluctuations in its rules: "He took the entire battleground?! That was our anchored experimental field..."

Their will swept across the seven-dimensional coordinate region where the original battle board was located in an instant.

There was only an extremely "clean" blank space left there, and even the slightest ripple of information that had ever existed had been completely smoothed out, as if there had never been a testing ground called "Star River War Disk" there.

Their connection to the core rule base of the battle arena, the subtle monitoring markers on surviving individuals, and even the rule connections inherent in the license they had just signed were all cleanly and decisively severed at the same time.

It's not that it's destroyed, but rather that it's "defined," directly declared "invalid" or "archived to the private domain, prohibiting external access."

The ancestors of later generations fell into a brief, information-overloaded silence.

They calculated the likelihood of the other party successfully ascending to a higher dimension, weighed the costs of obstruction and compromise, and even anticipated the potential changes in the landscape that might occur after he became the new progenitor.

But to everyone's surprise, the first "action" of this new ancestor was not to adapt to the environment or to declare its existence, but to take away their dining table along with the dishes that had just been prepared but not yet touched.

"The other party defined the 'battle plate and its contents' as 'a collection of derivative and subordinate information from its dimensional ascension process,' and thereby exercised the ancestor's absolute jurisdiction over 'its own related information.'"

"The license we signed became the last legal requirement for him to complete this 'overall convergence.' He exploited a loophole in the rules—no, he created a temporary rule and endorsed it with the license we gave him."

The anger of the third direct will almost materialized into a turbulent flow of information, but it quickly forced itself to calm down.

Because it realized that things had come to this.

The other party has already become an Ancestor, so why forcefully pursue them? Leaving aside whether we can locate their hidden "private domain," the resulting conflict of rules involving two (or more) Ancestors could have an immeasurable impact on the stability of the Seven-Dimensional Sea in this region.

It's not worth it for a table that's already lost and some "ingredients" that can be recreated.

"Record this matter." The cold, metallic will finally delivered a chilling command: "'Star River War Disk' project, file it as 'Terminated early due to force majeure (intervention of a newly ascended progenitor)'."

All related resources are marked as dormant.

"Notify the other regional leaders," the myriad stars whispered, "a new progenitor has been added to the 'Disorderly Edge Sector' of the Seven-Dimensional Sea. The number is tentatively assigned."

"Its initial behavior pattern shows a high degree of autonomy and a tendency to integrate resources. It needs to be observed. The contact level is tentatively set at 'cautious observation'."

Meanwhile, in the newly opened "private dimension" of Lokunlun, independent of the public area of ​​the Seven Dimensions Sea.

There is no fixed form here; it is more like an information territory that is constantly evolving and supported by the framework of the Court of Possibilities.

In the center, a miniature "Starship Disk" model, sealed and frozen, holds everything that had just happened.

Luo Kunlun's "presence" permeated this place, calmly observing the first "possession" he had "taken away".

His motivation was not greed or revenge, but rather an experiment and a reserve.

Each of these surviving sacred individuals represents a unique path of rules and a form of existence.

Their struggles, their abilities, and the information they contain are valuable research materials and data sources for Lo Kunlun, who has just stepped into the seventh dimension and needs a large number of "samples" to perfect his own potential garden structure.

The structure of the battle arena itself serves as a window into observing the technical skill and rule preferences of those early adopters.

"Based on this," Luo Kunlun's consciousness fluctuated slightly, and the phantom of the Transcendent Tower slowly rotated in his private dimension, "it is possible to construct my own 'observation station' and 'sample library'."