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Su Yuan's tricolor vertical pupils went out after "Wang" finished speaking.

It's not a slow fading.

It went out with a "snap".

It felt like someone had unplugged the power cord.

His arms fell limp. His fingers loosened. His clenched fists crumbled. His ten fingers hung limply at his sides, the tips still dripping with a mixture of three colors of law-infused blood, drop by drop falling into the void without a sound.

The newly formed nascent endogenous universe within the body emitted an extremely strange disorder of laws.

The operating frequency of the three-color closed loop suddenly became out of balance.

The dark golden chain of order snapped. The pure white veins of creation began to spasm. The pitch-black power of negation lost its direction, rampaging wildly within the closed loop, like a caged beast.

Su Yuan lowered his head.

Chin resting on chest.

His dark hair obscured his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

In the void.

Quiet.

It was so quiet that even the fluctuations of the laws of nature seemed to freeze.

Inside the Emperor's Path: Devouring Wasteland.

Xiao Huo knelt on both knees in front of the control panel. His golden vertical pupils were fixed on the motionless back of the person in front of him with their head down.

His lips were trembling.

But he couldn't make a sound.

It wasn't that he didn't want to shout. It was that his body wouldn't allow it. The chaotic fluctuations of the laws emanating from Su Yuan's body were backfiring on him through the core connection, causing his vocal cords to lose their ability to vibrate.

Wang Hu lay prone on the carriage floor. His newly grown, barbed mechanical arm supported his body, the knuckles scraping against the metal floor with a harsh sound.

The guardian spirit inside the treasure chest didn't even dare to tremble.

The entire train was shrouded in a suffocating silence.

That silence is not quiet.

It is the final silence before despair ferments.

"Wang" looked at Su Yuan with his head down.

Countless faces simultaneously appeared in the crack on his face that stretched from his forehead to his chin.

They are laughing.

They are cheering.

In ecstasy.

Those faces that were once the highest gods now resembled those of believers who had awaited a celebratory day, their mouths agape, uttering hymns woven from countless languages.

Every mouth is saying the same thing.

"The container is ready."

"The container is cooked!"

"Finally ripe!"

The king's pure black eyes curved into a smile.

Too gentle.

"Don't be afraid."

His voice traveled through the void and landed in Su Yuan's ears.

"This is not the end."

"This is your true mission."

"You will become me. I will become you."

"We will become one."

"Then--"

"To devour the next universe."

Before he could finish speaking...

The king moved.

He did not wield his sword. He did not unleash a torrent. He did not use any external force.

He simply gave up his own body.

They gave up voluntarily.

The body that looked exactly like Su Yuan's began to crumble inch by inch, starting from a crack in the chest cavity.

Skin peeling.

Muscle ablation.

Skeletal ash.

All forms of matter were completely destroyed within three seconds.

But the "King" did not disappear.

He transformed into another form.

Pure black. Thick. Like a spiritual elixir compressed over nine epochs.

A torrent of will, ten thousand times more terrifying than any previous infusion, erupted from the shattered body of the "King," carrying the lingering thoughts of seven thousand three hundred and twenty-one gods, the apocalyptic wails of fourteen thousand destroyed civilizations, and the ultimate despair born from the collapse of ninety-seven universes—

Along that path of cause and effect.

It flowed back into Su Yuan's body.

This is not a test.

It's not feeding.

It's not bursting.

It's an intrusion.

It is possession.

It is the "King" who is using the total amount of his will across nine eras to completely squeeze Su Yuan's soul out of this vessel and then move in himself.

"boom!!!"

Su Yuan's body arched violently.

The ten fingers created cracks in the laws of space.

His mouth opened wide silently.

The veins on his neck bulged so much they looked like they were about to burst.

in vivo.

The nascent endogenous universe suffered a devastating blow.

The torrent of pure black will was no longer liquid. It was solid. It was spiritual concrete compressed from seven thousand three hundred and twenty-one divine personalities, forcefully crushing the newly established framework of laws within the inner universe.

The pure white veins of creation were uprooted.

The dark golden chains of order were crushed inch by inch.

The pitch-black force of denial attempted to fight back, but when faced with a similar, even larger force of the same origin, it was instantly assimilated and swallowed up.

To negate a greater negation through negation.

The result is that you yourself were rejected first.

The three-color closed loop has been broken.

The break begins at the point where dark gold connects to pure white, then at the point where pure white connects to jet black, and finally at the point where jet black connects to dark gold.

All three nodes broke.

The closed loop is no longer a closed loop.

It was reduced to three severed limbs.

The expansion of the nascent endogenous universe has stopped.

It began to collapse.

Inside the Emperor's Path: Devouring Wasteland.

Xiao Huo's pupils contracted rapidly.

His core fruit sent him a signal he had never received before in that instant.

Warning of transfer of control.

This is not a system-level warning. It's a rule-level warning.

The contractual bond between the train and Su Yuan is being forcibly severed by an external force.

Cut them one by one.

It's like cutting the umbilical cord.

Xiao Huo felt that the connection between herself and Su Yuan was weakening.

It is dissipating.

It was being drawn away.

"No……"

His voice finally escaped his throat.

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost impossible to hear him.

But tears fell before the sound could be heard.

Wang Hu's robotic arm emitted a violent crackling sound of electrical overload, and then the entire arm snapped off. It wasn't a physical break; it was a break caused by a fundamental law.

The barbs that had grown on his arms due to the mutation of the laws were disappearing one by one.

They were taken away.

The blessing of the laws has been taken away.

Because the one who gave them the laws is losing everything.

The treasure chest guarded by the spirit of wealth emitted a faint whimpering sound from the corner. It wasn't crying. It was the scraping sound of metal deforming as the dark golden runes on the chest's surface gradually extinguished.

But it sounds like crying.

Billions of light-years away.

Arbitration Tribunal Headquarters.

The newly installed backup quantum light screen displayed a set of readings that none of the elders could understand.

No.

They can understand it.

I just don't want to understand it.

The energy overflow curve is still there, but its shape has changed.

It is no longer the outward-expanding curve of a balloon.

It turned into a funnel that was collapsing inward.

The bottom of the funnel points in the direction that leads to the core of Su Yuan.

The old man in the fifth seat stared at the funnel-shaped curve, his fingers uncontrollably tracing the grooves he had dug into the tabletop.

His lips moved.

He didn't say anything.

The Supreme Judge bent down and picked up the scepter that had fallen to the ground. His movement was slow, as slow as an old man walking underwater.

He placed the scepter back on the ground.

He closed his eyes.

"The container is full."

Four words.

It squeezed out from between his teeth.

"The new king has returned."

No one in the arbitration tribunal objected.

The elderly man in the third seat did not sigh. The female elder in the seventh seat did not swear.

Everyone just stood there. Like eleven statues waiting to be weathered.

Because they knew. Everything was planned from the beginning.

That human.

The humans who once terrified them, shocked them, and whom they defined as a "cosmic catastrophe"—were, from beginning to end, nothing more than a pig that had been carefully fed for nine eras.

The pig thought it was a wolf.

The pig thought it was hunting.

The pig thought it was evolving.

But what the pig didn't know was—

From the day it was born, every bite of food it ate was specially placed in the trough by the farmer.

The fatter it gets.

The farmer laughed even more heartily.

Because the day for slaughtering the pig has arrived.

Deep within the dimensional rift.

Those ancient beings lurking in the deepest recesses of the universe emitted waves of submission.

It is not submission to Su Yuan.

It is submission to the "king" who is about to be reborn.

The old master will be resurrected in a new vessel.

Wearing this paradoxical body of extreme gluttony.

With a completely new attitude.

To rule the next era.

Everything has settled down.

Everything is in the script.

……

wrong.

The old man in the fifth seat suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He stared at the inward-collapsed funnel-shaped curve on the light screen.

It wasn't the curve itself that caught his attention.

It is the edge of the curve.

There was a very fine and faint ripple there.

At an extremely strange frequency—

It spreads outwards.

It's not an energy overflow.

Something is closing the door.

In the ruins of the chessboard.

The torrent of pure black will continues to pour forth wildly.

More than two-thirds of the "King's" will from nine eras has been poured into Su Yuan's body.

His physical body completely dissipated, leaving only a wisp of his spiritual essence suspended in the void, maintaining the most basic senses.

The collapse of the endogenous universe has reached its final stage.

Su Yuan's soul imprint was squeezed into a corner at the deepest part of the core.

Three seconds left.

Maybe two seconds.

The will of the "King" will completely overwrite the ownership of this container.

Then Su Yuan was no longer Su Yuan.

He will become a "king".

A new "king" who has been settled for nine eras.

The will of "King" is pushing forward the final steps of possession within Su Yuan's body.

The spiritual tentacles approached the cluster of flames deep within Su Yuan's consciousness from all directions.

The Fire of Unity.

Tricolor. Faint. Swaying precariously under the crushing force of the black spiritual torrent—

No.

There was no shaking.

The "King's" tentacles were just one millimeter away from the Flame of Unity—

Stopped.

He didn't stop it on his own initiative.

His tentacles were stuck together by something.

wrong.

It's not stuck.

They've gotten themselves into it.

It felt like stepping into a swamp.

The more you struggle, the deeper you go.

He tried to pull the tentacles back.

I can't pull it out.

The viscosity is increasing.

It doubles every second.

Su Yuan's slumped shoulders moved at that moment.

Mild.

Almost imperceptible.

It's the shoulders that are shrugging.

It wasn't trembling.

It's not a spasm.

It's the kind of laughter that makes you want to hold it in until you're almost internally injured, with uncontrollable twitching in your shoulders.

The will of "King" sensed this action within Su Yuan's body.

A thought arose from the depths of his wisdom spanning nine eras.

Wait a moment.

This reaction is incorrect.

The possessed container should not—

laugh.

Su Yuan suddenly raised his head.

His dark, messy hair flew off his face.

A picture was revealed—

The face that caused the "King's" cognitive system, spanning nine eras, to completely malfunction within a fraction of a second.

There was no fear.

There is no despair.

There was no struggle.

There was none of the expression a "prey" should have.

All there was was a smile.

A man even more eccentric than "King".

Even more arrogant than "King".

It is more unreasonable than nine eras of "King" combined.

smile.

The tricolor vertical pupils are lit up again.

But the color changed.

It's no longer the layered arrangement of dark gold, pure white, and jet black as before.

The three colors blended together, forming an unnamed, unprecedented, and eerie hue.

That color swirled in my pupils.

The direction of rotation is inward.

Su Yuan opened his mouth.

It's not the kind of gaping maw of an abyss that's been torn to its limit like before.

It's just opening your mouth normally.

The human mouth.

But the words he spoke were more terrifying than any gaping maw of the abyss.

Thanks.

Two words.

His tone was flippant.

It's as casual as telling a delivery driver, "Just leave it at the door when it arrives."

"The door is closed."

The will of "King" trembled violently within Su Yuan's body.

He sensed it.

The collapse of the endogenous universe has stopped.

It wasn't because Su Yuan was resisting.

It was because all the exits of the inner universe—the instant he poured in the final torrent of will—were sealed off.

It was sealed from the outside.

It's welded shut.

An absolute barrier, forged with the three-color law and without any gaps, completely envelops the entire intrinsic universe.

You can come in.

go out?

The door is gone.

The will of "King" wanted to withdraw from Su Yuan's body in an instant.

It cannot be refunded.

The causal pathway has been severed. Not from Su Yuan's side, but from the inside of the barrier of the inner universe.

The route we came from was burned.

The way home has been welded shut.

Whatever amount he poured in, that amount was locked inside.

Not a single drop can get out.

The will of the "King" across nine eras is now entirely confined within this space inside Su Yuan's body.

It was locked up tightly.

Billions of light-years away.

Arbitration Tribunal Headquarters.

On the newly repaired backup light screen, the data changed drastically once again.

The inward-collapsed funnel curve stopped.

Its shape underwent a horrifying remodeling in just two seconds.

The bottom of the funnel is sealed.

The opening was sealed off.

The entire curve becomes a closed, self-consistent spherical topology.

It looks like a stomach.

A stomach with all its valves shut.

The elderly man in the fifth seat rushed to the front of the light screen, his nose almost touching it.

He rubbed his eyes hard.

I kneaded it three times.

Then his mouth opened.

His mouth was wide open.

But the sound was very soft.

"This is not a collapse."

He turned his head.

His complexion was no longer ashen.

It is white.

Pale white.

It was white, like someone had seen a ghost.

"This is digestion."

The elderly man in the third seat suddenly stood up. His chair overturned behind him. He ignored it.

"What did you say?"

"Inward collapse is not the universe collapsing—"

The old man in the fifth seat pointed at the closed spherical structure on the light screen, his finger trembling.

"It's the one that's wriggling."

"It's moving like the stomach wall."

"Those infused wills... did not attempt to possess the body."

"They are being—"

He couldn't continue.

Because he dared not speak.

Deep within the dimensional rift.

Several ancient beings that had just shown signs of submission were now sending out completely different signals.

It's not that they surrendered.

It's confusion.

It is hesitation.

It is a kind of hesitation that has not appeared in nine eras, which only arises when the basic understanding is shaken.

Because they sensed something that shouldn't have happened.

The will of the "King" is shrinking.

It's not expanding.

It's shrinking.

In that sealed-off space.

Little by little.

Shrunk.

In the ruins of the chessboard.

Su Yuan stood in the void.

His body was still in that horrific state. His skin was cracked. His bones were broken. Blood was still flowing.

But his eyes had changed.

It's no longer the look of prey.

It wasn't even the hunter's gaze.

It's the confident, expectant look in the eyes of the chef at the stove as they look at the ingredients already in the pot, as if they've figured out when the heat is almost right.

in vivo.

The will of the "King" surged wildly within the enclosed space.

The seven thousand three hundred and twenty-one divine personalities, like wild beasts trapped in an iron cage, pounded against the barrier of the three-colored laws with all their might.

The barrier is trembling.

It's shaking.

A crack appeared. Then it healed. A crack appeared. Then it healed.

Because the healing speed of each crack is slightly faster than the cracking speed.

It's almost there.

But that's enough.

"Let me out!"

The will of the "King" roared.

That wasn't a single sound. It was a shockwave created by the superposition of seven thousand three hundred and twenty-one sounds.

Every voice has once made an entire civilization kneel in submission.

Behind every voice lies the full majesty of a god who has been devoured.

Su Yuan tilted his head.

"go out?"

His tone carried an overly genuine bewilderment.

"You came in by yourself."

"I didn't invite you."

"You said you would feed me."

"Now you're stopping feeding halfway through?"

His lips curled up even more.

Deep within the tricolored vertical pupils, the vortex of laws constructed by the One Who Unifies All Things began to rotate at a completely new frequency.

It's not parsing outwards.

It's not an internal restructuring.

It's digestion.

Pure, efficient, and focused digestion.

"Do you know?"

Su Yuan's voice was as flat as if he were telling a bedtime story.

"What you just said, what nine eras, what cultivation container, what perfect container."

"I've listened to the whole thing."

"It's truly shocking."

"I almost believed it."

"I would have believed it if I'd only missed a single hair."

He lifted his eyelids slightly.

The strangely colored vortex within the tricolor vertical pupils accelerated.

"But you made a mistake."

"A fatal mistake."

He stretched out his hand.

He pointed to his chest cavity, which was battered and mangled.

"You shouldn't have jumped in here."

"No matter how many eras you've spent planning this. No matter how many moves you've made. No matter how many gods you've fed me."

"The moment you decided to use your own will to possess me—"

"You'll start with the farmer—"

"It has become food."

"And it's the kind of ingredient that jumps into the pot on its own."

"The easiest kind."

The Flame of Unity ignited in the deepest part of Su Yuan's consciousness.

It is not being released outwards.

It radiates outwards from the barriers of the entire endogenous universe.

Under the stimulation of the Fire of Unity, the Three-Color Law Barrier began to grow densely packed three-colored serrations from its inner wall.

Each serration was exactly the same as the serration in Su Yuan's mouth when he bit off the "Handsome" mark.

But the quantity—

Hundreds of millions.

From every angle: up, down, left, right, front, and back.

Every plane.

Every arc.

It's completely covered.

The inner wall of the endogenous universe transformed into a spherical digestive cavity covered with teeth.

Then—the saw teeth started to turn.

It spins like a meat grinder.

"No--!!"

The "King," a spiritual composite formed from the superposition of the wills of 7,321 gods, let out its first truly agonizing scream.

It's not anger.

It's not that I'm unwilling to accept it.

It hurts.

Pure, physical pain, the pain of being torn apart alive.

The triangular serrations pierced through his outermost layer of divine will protection.

First floor.

Fragments of the will of a certain fire god were shattered by serrated teeth. That god had once ruled over all the stars in three standard star systems. His will was as unyielding as the surface of a magnetar.

But in the face of these serrated edges.

Broken.

Like cookies.

The fragments were carried away by the fibrous tissue on the stomach wall and sent into the deeper digestive structure, where they were broken down into the most basic law particles and then absorbed by the framework of the endogenous universe.

The second layer.

The will of a dark matter lord was severed. His thought density was once so high that even light could not penetrate it.

The saw teeth pierced through.

The third layer.

Fourth floor.

The tenth floor.

The 100th floor.

The rotation speed of the saw teeth is increasing.

Digestion efficiency is increasing exponentially.

With each layer of divine will digested, the inner universe expands a little. With each expansion, more serrations grow. More serrations allow for even faster digestion.

It's that positive cycle again.

The more you eat, the bigger you get. The bigger you get, the more you can eat.

"King" roared within Su Yuan's body. "You're courting death! You can't digest me! I am the accumulation of nine eras! Your stomach will burst!"

Su Yuan picked at his ear.

"You just said that too."

"Last time I said, 'Even the best stomach can't hold an ocean.'"

"and then?"

"Where's the sea?"

He patted his stomach.

"It's here."

"This time you didn't just pour water into the sea. You poured yourself in."

"Then I'll be even less polite."

The king's scream pierced the barrier of the inner universe.

It pierced through Su Yuan's body.

It penetrated every wall of the Emperor's Path Devourer.

It pierced through the void.

It transcends dimensions.

It penetrated every causal chain in the entire universe.

That scream carried an immense amount of information. The combined agony of 7,321 deities created a mental shockwave powerful enough to cause brain death in lower-dimensional beings on the spot.

The shock wave spread to every corner of the universe in the form of gravitational waves.

Billions of light-years away.

Arbitration Tribunal Headquarters.

The chief arbitrator was about to speak his second sentence.

The scream arrived.

His scepter flew from his hand. Not from falling. His fingers, reacting violently to the scream, flung the scepter away.

The scepter rolled three times on the floor of the council chamber, making a crisp metallic clanging sound.

But nobody picked it up.

Because the chief arbitrator himself knelt down.

It's not on one knee.

Both knees.

With a "thump".

The sound of knees slamming against the metal floor echoed in the council chamber.

He didn't kneel voluntarily. It was the shockwave of the laws contained in that scream that forcibly crushed his spinal muscles.

But the effect is the same.

The chief arbitrator of the arbitration tribunal knelt before the shattered light screen.

His face was as pale as paper.

His eyes were bloodshot.

His lips trembled violently.

Three seconds ago he said, "The new king has returned."

Three seconds later he was speechless.

Because that scream told him a cruel yet laughable truth.

The new king has not returned.

The new king is being chewed up.

The elderly man in the third seat propped himself up in his overturned chair. His legs were trembling violently. His kneecaps looked like two stones thrown into a washing machine below his trouser legs.

The elderly man in the fifth seat plopped down on the ground. He was no longer looking at the light screen; he was staring at the ceiling.

His eyes were vacant.

The pupils are dilated.

His mouth was half open.

An expression that clearly conveyed "my cognitive framework has been completely destroyed" was written all over his face.

The seventh-ranking female elder covered her ears with her hands. But it was no use. The scream wasn't transmitted through the air. It was transmitted through gravitational waves. Through the resonance of laws. Through the direct vibration of the universe's underlying code.

You can still hear it even if you cover your ears.

Even if you cover your soul, you can still hear it.

Deep within the dimensional rift.

The thought processes of those ancient beings have not ceased to flow.

It's short-circuited.

Collective. Large-scale. Catastrophic short circuit.

Their cognitive systems are receiving information that is absolutely impossible in that one second.

The king screamed in agony.

That being who ruled them for nine eras, the one they dared not even look directly at, the one whose very existence was equated with "axioms" in their cognitive system—

He was screaming in agony.

Being eaten.

To be chewed up alive inside someone's stomach.

The belly of an ordinary thing.

None of them emitted any fluctuations of consciousness.

It's not that I don't want to.

It cannot be sent.

It's like the reaction of a computer that simultaneously receives three underlying instructions: "One plus one equals three," "Pi is a rational number," and "The speed of light can be exceeded."

Blue screen.

A complete, utter, and unrecoverable blue screen.

The farmer was digested inside the pig's stomach.

The hunter jumped into the trap.

The chess player has made himself a sacrifice.

This scene.

This fact.

This concept.

For every life in the universe that has ever lived in the shadow of the "King"—

That's way beyond the scope of the curriculum.

Inside Su Yuan's body.

Digestion is still ongoing.

The tri-colored serrations have shredded more than 2,700 layers of divine will protection.

The spiritual complex of "Wang" is shrinking rapidly.

From a colossal entity that occupies the entire endogenous universe—

It has shrunk to only two-thirds.

Then one-half.

Then one-third.

For every inch it shrinks, Su Yuan's inner universe expands by ten inches.

For every ten inches of expansion, the digestive capacity increases by one level.

The king's screams changed.

Anger turned into pleading.

The pleading turned into disbelief.

It transformed from disbelief into a pure, primal scream of fear, stripped of all rationality.

Seven thousand three hundred and twenty-one former supreme gods were screaming inside Su Yuan's stomach.

Like 7,321 living creatures that were thrown into a blender.

Su Yuan closed his eyes.

It's not because I'm tired.

It's because—you should close your eyes and savor the delicious food slowly.

The Emperor's Path Devourer sensed everything that was happening within its master's body.

Its engine is no longer overloaded.

The core temperature has dropped. The law conduit has stopped leaking. The obsidian scales are slowly repairing themselves.

Because the enormous energy flowing into the nascent universe is being fed back to every corner of the train through the core connection.

The core fruit of the small fire began to swell again. It went from the size of an apple back to the size of a soccer ball. Then it surpassed the size of a soccer ball.

New metallic structures emerged from the severed end of Wang Hu's robotic arm. They were denser and more grotesque than before.

The dark gold runes that had been extinguished on the surface of the treasure chest of the guardian spirit have lit up again. And the brightness is three times greater than before.

At this moment, the Emperor's Path Devourer underwent a transformation that transcended the physical realm.

Its engine tone was lowered by an octave.

The high-pitched roar turned into a low, satisfied, gurgling sound, as if the stomach was full.

Like a giant beast that has just had a full meal.

I'm hiccuping.

Su Yuan felt the remnants of the "King's" will being digested within his body.

Not much anymore.

From the enormous presence that initially filled the entire space—

It shrank to a pure black sphere of light, only the size of its core.

The sphere of light was still struggling.

It's still crashing.

But the force was so weak that it couldn't even knock off a single serration on the surface of the barrier.

Su Yuan opened her eyes.

Looking at the empty shell of the "King" left outside in the void.

A pure black empty shell without will, without soul, and without any power.

It just floated there.

Like an old coat that has been taken off and hung on a hanger.

Su Yuan said one word to the train.

"eat."

The Emperor's Path Devourer reacted even faster than he spoke.

The train's front end underwent a complete reshaping in that single second.

The obsidian scales unfolded layer by layer, revealing the abyssal maw woven from a dark gold skeleton, pure white flesh, and pitch-black negation power.

The giant mouth opened wide.

Its width spans the diameter of three standard star systems.

The dark golden teeth of law were neatly arranged in the void. Each tooth was larger than a star. Three-colored gastric juices flowed from the tips of the teeth.

The Emperor's Path Devourer transformed into a colossal, dark-gold beast that stretched across the star field.

Then close it in one gulp.

The empty shell of the "king" was completely bitten into his mouth.

"Click."

The sound of bones cracking came from the giant maw of the Emperor's Path Devourer.

The sound did not travel through the air, because there is no air in the void.

But every observer heard it.

Because that "click" sound wasn't a sound wave.

It is a law-based vibration.

It is a signal that rewrites physical constants from the underlying structure of the universe when the skeleton of a planetary deity is bitten and crushed.

"Click."

Second tone.

"Click."

Third tone.

Every crack of bone is accompanied by a subtle adjustment of the laws governing the entire universe.

Those adjustments were so small, almost immeasurable.

But every minor adjustment shifts in the same direction.

Each offset reinforces the same information.

That information is being etched into the deepest layer of the cosmological constants.

It's not a broadcast.

This is not a notification.

It is not any form of deliberate dissemination.

It is the constant itself. It is a new variable added to the fundamental formula for the operation of the universe.

From this day forward, every life form existing in this universe—whether the lowest microorganism or the highest ancient being—will be subject to the fundamental laws governing this universe, provided their consciousness operates in accordance with these laws.

They reside in the deepest recesses of the subconscious.

At the boundary between dreams and wakefulness.

In the gap between each cycle of life and death.

I know one thing.

There is something.

Something that can devour gods.

Something that can chew up the lofty "king" like a snack.

Deep in the void.

It exists.

And it was hungry.

The giant jaws of the Emperor's Path Devourer closed.

Dark gold scales have re-covered the front of the car.

The train has been restored to its basic form as a "train".

But anyone who witnessed that scene will no longer mistake it for a train.

Never again.

Su Yuan stood on the roof of the car.

The last trace of the "King's" will within his body was crushed, digested, and absorbed by the tri-colored serrated teeth.

The endogenous universe has completed its first full expansion cycle.

The three-color closed loop has reconnected. But the frequency has changed. It's nine times faster than before.

Each cycle radiates outward a new, strange law fluctuation that belongs neither to dark gold, nor pure white, nor pitch black.

It is the fourth color that is born after the fusion of the three colors.

I can't say the name.

The colors are not visible.

But it exists.

Su Yuan clenched his fist.

I felt the new power within my body, a power I hadn't yet gotten used to.

Then he wiped the corner of his mouth.

The blood that was smeared off the back of my hand was no longer blood.

It is a mixture of three colors, with a faint luster, a remnant of the law.

He casually tossed it away.

"Hiccups."

He actually burped.

"The taste is just average."

"It's a large quantity that will fill you up."

then.

A sudden change occurred.

Su Yuan's tricolor vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

A sharp, burning pain shot through his stomach—the inner universe that had just completed an epic meal.

It's not indigestion.

Something remained within the remnants of the "King's" will, which had just been completely digested—

exploded.

A grayish-white crystal.

It was detonated before the last vestige of the "King's" consciousness was shattered.

The king's voice uttered his last words from within the shattered crystal.

It wasn't a scream.

It wasn't a wail.

It's a laugh.

It was a venomous laugh that was even more unsettling than a scream.

"You think it's over after you've eaten me?"

"Innocent."

"It's here."

"The only thing I dared not devour in nine eras—"

"They're here."

The instant the crystal shattered.

The starlight of the entire universe—

Went out.

All of them.

Every star. Every galaxy. Every nebula. Every corner where light shines.

All.

It went out in a second.

Just one second.

Then it lit up.

The starlight has returned.

The stars continue to burn. The galaxies continue to rotate. The universe looks exactly the same as it did a second ago.

But Su Yuan knew.

There is a difference.

There is a big difference.

The back of his head felt cold.

It wasn't blown by the wind.

Something is watching him.

From somewhere that doesn't belong to this universe.

A place that even a "king" of nine eras dared not touch.

A gaze pierced through endless dimensional barriers. It crossed the limits of the laws of physics. It traversed the farthest boundary that the chain of causality could extend to.

It landed on the back of Su Yuan's head.

It's icy.

That gaze was devoid of warmth. devoid of emotion. Containing no information that could be deciphered.

Just watching.

Like a knife without a shape.

It was placed on his neck.

Do not move.

Do not cut.

It's just sitting there.

Su Yuan slowly turned his head.

The three-colored vertical pupils were pointed towards a direction in the void where nothing could be seen.

He couldn't see the source of that gaze.

But he could sense it.

The presence behind that gaze—

Very big.

It was so vast that his current perception could not even begin to measure it.

It is so great that even a "king" might not be considered dust in its presence.

Su Yuan stared in that direction.

I stared at it for three seconds.

Then the corner of his mouth curled up slightly again.

It's very shallow.

It's so shallow that the curve is almost invisible.

But the tips of the teeth are showing.

One.

It was completely white.

It still bears the remnants of the "King's" laws.

He didn't speak.

But his expression said it all.

Come.