Laying the World to Rest!

A deep, utterly emotionless voice resounded within everyone’s hearts.

They still wore expressions of shock, but beyond that, they could do nothing. The entire timeline had been frozen in place by a terrifying force.

Like the power to a fish tank’s filter suddenly being cut off, the circulating current throughout the tank immediately came to a standstill, turning into stagnant water.

Zhang Ye calmly gazed at everything within the "fish tank" before him. With the help of the two Demon Lords, he had long since become something beyond this world. His mind and soul were enveloped by terrifying energy at this very moment.

It was precisely because of this that Zhang Ye could wield such immense power and accomplish this unprecedented feat!

This was the first time he had observed the world from such a perspective. The level at which he stood was even higher than the realm beyond this world. The two separate reality universes were like two bubbles, radiating all manner of colors and shimmering with their own unique Starlight.

One was filled with stars and hope, while the other was shrouded in dark clouds, like congealed ink.

Zhang Ye wanted to reach out and touch that crystalline barrier, but his instinctive wisdom made him abandon the thought. Every world was impervious to outside influence, and that was equally true for that "newborn" reality.

Recklessly touching the boundary of reality would be like sticking his finger into a fish tank. The microorganisms on his finger could spread through the water without him noticing.

Could such an act, like that insect chrysalis, also become the spark that polluted this newly born reality?

In silence, Zhang Ye turned his gaze beyond reality.

There lay a world of nothingness, boundless and devoid of anything. There was no light, nor was there darkness. There was only empty "nothingness."

Even Zhang Ye could not help but marvel at what sort of bizarre existence could drag this reality toward destruction and despair.

What sort of bizarre existence could make even the Watchers afraid to cast their gaze here?

Only after tearing reality apart did Zhang Ye finally have a chance to glimpse that thing.

What Zhang Ye did not know was that at the instant he separated reality, the energy throughout Demon Lord Mephisto and Great Old One Shuma-Gorath burned away completely.

Not only that, even the dimensions they controlled were affected. The magic power of the entire Hell Dimension was burning away, and countless weak demons and Great Old Ones’ servants perished instantly in the catastrophe, turning into nothingness.

This burned magic power was transformed through the Time Twister into supreme strength, filling Zhang Ye’s mind and allowing his astral projection to envelop the outside of reality.

Countless dark tentacles crawled upward in dense masses. Like maggots clinging to bone, they could not be shaken off and followed like shadows. With nothing more than a meeting of gazes, the other side could spread along one’s line of sight.

Zhang Ye extended his hand, and a layer of dark green crystal rapidly formed between himself and those tentacles.

In an instant, Zhang Ye’s vast, majestic figure swayed beneath the dark green barrier and gradually grew blurrier, finally becoming impossible to perceive. Like candlelight reflected in water, it was unfathomable.

"I will trap you here, together with the world you polluted."

Zhang Ye spoke slowly, yet it sounded more like a murmur to himself.

"I still have no way to destroy you and the traces you left behind, but I will find a way. Until then, stay here."

The black tentacles struggled more violently. They continuously pounded and bombarded the barrier beyond the timeline, trying to find a breach.

The black insect chrysalis that devoured light had now become an existence whose exact form could not be seen. Countless hairlike tentacles sprouted in dense clusters, surging forward with claws and fangs bared, throwing themselves one after another at the dark green barrier.

The tentacles that first touched the barrier gave off a sharp sizzling sound. Then each entire tentacle seemed to corrode into wisps of black smoke. Yet this did not stop it. More tentacles emerged, accompanied by miserable, resentful shrieks.

A tremendous roar swept in, reverberating through the whole world. It was a language whose meaning could not be discerned at all. Judging from the sound alone, it was horrifying beyond description, like the mutterings of one trapped in a nightmare, or the final song before a soul was extinguished.

That chaotic, incomprehensible sound was enough to drive any intelligent being mad. It would shatter reason and fill the mind with something else, turning it into a creature of utter chaos, assembled without any logic.

The sound came from afar, making its source impossible to detect. It seemed to come from distant wilderness, from another dimension, or perhaps from directly behind you.

It was born at the center of the world, the origin of the timeline, behind all reality.

Zhang Ye knew that at this moment, the insect chrysalis had completely polluted this timeline. Yet it still refused to stop. It was enraged, roaring, doing everything in its power to make its voice "heard" by other universes in the Multiverse.

It was trying to pollute other universes.

"A fine idea, but you can no longer do it.

"You were the one who dragged this world into a bottomless abyss. You were the one who tried to use a new reality to overwrite the Prime Universe.

"But you were also the one who trapped yourself on this isolated island. No one can hear your voice."

Zhang Ye gently raised his hand and drew down a curtain, covering the reality encased in dark green crystal, like placing a lid over a decaying coffin.

"A voice no one hears is no voice at all."

After doing all this, Zhang Ye raised his head and looked toward the timeline that was slowly rising, drifting away along its original course.

It caught up with the many dimensions it had left behind. The Hell Dimension returned to its side, and one wondrous, dazzling world after another revolved around it. Everything seemed so peaceful.

Zhang Ye knew that "that" world was safe.

He had saved one world, but likewise, he had destroyed another.

But no matter which world it was, there was no longer any place for him in either of them.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Ye put away his black umbrella and murmured.

"It is time for us to go, Kara, Pietro."

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