Piloting the Divine Throne, which commanded speeds billions of times that of light, and traversing the vast cosmic expanse using the Godshell, the efficiency in capturing the Agate Clan saw an explosive improvement.

  It took only a single day.

  Strictly speaking, it required just twenty-six hours to sweep through the entire Namora Sector—a region plunging eight hundred light-years deep—seizing every Agate Clan civilization planet, leaving nothing behind, save for the Agate homeworld located at this Sector's deepest core.

  Populations were seized, planets were obliterated into dust.

  After clearing away the tens of billions of unfortunate souls that the Godshell may have killed, intentionally or otherwise, nine hundred billion Agate Clan members now had their consciousnesses sealed, confined strictly like countless vegetative bodies within the 129,600 small worlds contained within the ancient Rubik's Cube.

  At this juncture, the Godshell only needed to secure that final, most critical Agate homeworld for Seraphine's assigned mission to be successfully concluded.

  And while crisscrossing the galaxy capturing the Agate Clan, the Godshell also managed to carve out some spare time to quickly review a selection of the research materials inherited from his original form, Saknussim.

  Upon cursory review, he discovered that 99% of these documents contained meticulous records detailing the original body's research and creation of diverse experimental life forms throughout the Milky Way.

  From these well-written, highly informative, precise, and factual accounts, the Godshell uncovered a startling truth.

  Millions of years ago, or perhaps even further back in the deep past, the original body, Saknussim, had already made his appearance within the Milky Way.

  Moreover, whether driven by sheer personal curiosity or some unknown objective, Saknussim had actually engineered at least 1,300 intelligent species across various hidden corners of all the spiral arms of the galaxy.

  The genesis and emergence of these species did not happen concurrently.

  Many were simply sown as primordial life seeds, allowed to undergo the crucible of time, only later appearing to have evolved naturally.

  For instance, the Mercury Race and the Agate Clan are precisely examples of this methodology.

  Beyond that, the original body’s interests were not exclusively focused on intelligent life.

  After creating a multitude of intelligent beings, he also engineered an even greater number of lesser or non-sentient species.

  These countless original creations exist across the Perseus Arm, the Sagittarius Arm, the Cygnus Arm, even the Galactic Core, and the far reaches of the Milky Way's edges.

  Within the vast Orion Spiral Arm where the Godshell currently resides alone, the species forged by the original body are not limited to just the Aurora Clan on Earth, the Mercury Race in the Driphor Sector, and the Agate Clan in the Namora Sector.

  Other creations inhabit Civilization Zones such as Golden Bough, Bachbarel, Cobroltaton, Gadon Rodales, as well as being interspersed within the even more immense, uncharted Broken Sectors lying between these zones.

  These creations range from colossal intelligent species, to savage and non-sentient cosmic beasts, solitary stellar monsters, or inherent powerhouses—Milky Way Overlords from the moment of their conception.

  They are as numerous as a dense forest, and then some.

  Based on this documentation, Saknussim could simply be termed the Progenitor of all Milky Way races.

  Concurrently, the Godshell also located records pertaining to the Agate homeworld, Bozeman, within these materials.

  Inside the Divine Throne.

  After handing over the ship's primary navigation control to the main system, the Godshell reopened the miscellaneous scientific research data left by the original body.

  "Natural Overlord... Bozeman."

  He flipped through the somewhat rudimentary data files concerning the Agate Clan's homeworld, murmuring with distinct interest, "What exact type of entity is a natural Celestial Body-level brain, again?"

  ...

  In the boundless expanse of cosmic space, under most conventional circumstances, utter darkness prevails.

  Only faint starlight, transmitted across immense distances from the dark void in all directions, provides minimal illumination to objects drifting within.

  It was within these meager streaks of light that integral biological starships of the Agate Empire ceaselessly patrolled back and forth.

  This was the most crucial, sacred region of the entire empire—the pristine origin of trillions of Agate Clan members, and even the locus of their faith—the very location of Bozeman.

  Consequently, the defensive posture here was impossibly stringent; so rigorous, in fact, that for tens of thousands of years, no organism or external force had ever successfully breached it.

  But today, this long-held record was slated to be ruthlessly rewritten.

  Hum —

  Suddenly, in this silent void where the biological patrol ships drifted, a colossal energy storm vortex, spanning over a thousand miles in diameter, materialized without warning.

  Almost instantaneously upon its manifestation, this vast and turbulent energy vortex abruptly dispersed into hundreds of millions of irregular-shaped energy plumes, each several kilometers wide, roaring outward and sweeping across the surrounding several million kilometers of the dark cosmos.

  Rumble rumble rumble ——

  Everything existing in the path engulfed by these energy plumes—whether it was slowly rolling meteors, comets traversing space, or even the hundreds of thousands of patrolling Agate Clan starships—was instantly and forcibly melted down and vaporized, scattering as countless high-energy particle streams toward the boundless deep space.

  Whoosh whoosh whoosh ——

  After this violently surging discharge, powerful enough to virtually annihilate a planetary surface civilization, rapidly dissipated, the golden, brilliant, spherical Divine Throne barely emerged from the epicenter.

  This was not an intentional display by the Godshell; it was genuinely because the commotion generated by the warp drive was so immense that avoiding significant external world disruption was nearly impossible.

  Swoosh ——

  Godshell's colossal, mountain-like figure instantly flashed into the void outside, then gently raised his massive palm.

  Hum!

  Following rings of intensely energetic space-time fluctuations.

  The Divine Throne, suspended silently behind him, instantly collapsed into a tiny speck, then automatically flew into Godshell's palm, being collected into his folded space.

  After completing all these actions, Godshell then turned his enormous head, coldly fixing his gaze towards the boundless starry sky many thousands of kilometers distant.

  At the very end of that direction, enveloped within a dark void encircled by hundreds of thousands of interstellar warships, a gigantic celestial body of an extremely bizarre shape and appearance was slowly rotating.

  Why call it bizarre?

  Because that planet, vaguely exceeding 20,000 kilometers in diameter, was entirely a bare, massive, red sphere of biological brain matter.

  Viewing it from afar, its surface, resembling fleeting clouds, seemed boundless. Under the illumination of the endless starlight, it constantly displayed a silver-gray hue, covered with hundreds of millions of 'delicate' grooves and wrinkles.

  Each groove and fold twisted and turned for thousands of miles, varying in size; some were tiny and narrow, like mere streams and small rivers, while others were vast and profound, comparable to canyons and chasms.

  Beyond this, on the surface of that cosmic brain, there were also many twisted, linear blocks of color that seemed to pulse with intense life force.

  Mysterious dark blue, viscous pink, cold silver-purple, turbid orange-yellow... Various elongated color blocks, like countless cosmic larvae, incessantly crawled and traversed the surface of the cosmic brain. Occasionally, they would flash, spraying one or two high-temperature plasma arcs, spanning hundreds or thousands of kilometers, into the vacuum of space surrounding the planet.

  At first glance, it looked exactly like the multitude of neurons on the outer layer of a real brain, receiving and transmitting information in some profound, peculiar manner.

  Perhaps it was precisely this network of neurons that facilitated the emergence of Bozeman's conscious thought.

  "A naturally occurring Milky Way Overlord-level entity; she is quite outstanding among the original body's creations."

  Godshell lightly stepped into the void, utilizing the technique known as "One Step Beyond," a power that would later be inherited by Seraphine, instantly traversing countless kilometers and arriving in the void 100,000 kilometers away from the Agate homeworld.

  His sudden appearance was like stirring up a hornet's nest across the universe.

  In an instant, the hundreds of thousands of biological warships surrounding the celestial brain, without any attempt at communication, immediately launched a ferocious assault upon him.

  Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh ——

  Boom boom boom boom ——

  Innumerable ultra-high-energy laser beams and missiles, each customized with unique functions, instantly enveloped the entire sector of the universe surrounding Godshell.

  At that same moment, the Agate homeworld, located deep within the dark void encircled by the fleet, rumbled intensely, shaking the cosmos. From every angle of the celestial body, hundreds of streams of immense telekinetic force—each stream capable of crushing the entire Earth—suddenly surged forth, converging in an instant into a vast ocean of mental power roaring towards Godshell.

  However, in the face of these devastating attacks, Godshell merely snapped his fingers.

  Bang!

  Everything halted, then withered, collapsed, and disintegrated.

  Silently, whether it was the countless laser beams, the enormous quantity of various physical missiles, or even the sheer ocean of telekinetic power manifested by the Agate homeworld, Bozeman, they all vanished into thin air, leaving absolutely nothing behind.

  And the millions of Agate Clan starships, resembling a combination of hardened cocoons and dark metal, spread across the vast void, also collapsed simultaneously in that same instant, transforming into endless trillions of high-energy particles scattering at extreme velocity, leaving no trace whatsoever.

  The power disparity was simply too vast.

  To Godshell, who commanded the four fundamental forces of the universe, these millions of interstellar warships posed no greater threat than a swarm of insects.

  The Agate homeworld, Bozeman, located 100,000 kilometers distant, although spared from Godshell's direct, brutal intervention, found its immense celestial-level mental power—a consciousness capable of almost annihilating the souls and thoughts of countless living beings—instantly frozen and silenced, as if plunged into an ancient ice hell, utterly losing its original vibrant vitality.

  After completing these swift actions, Godshell casually traversed 100,000 kilometers of space, stepping onto the vast, continent-like outer shell of this cosmic brain.

  Click!

  As soon as his feet truly settled onto Bozeman's surface, he immediately sensed a powerful biological resonance emanating from the ground beneath him.

  "Intriguing."

  Godshell slightly lowered his head to examine the cosmic brain below. "Allow me to take a closer look at your true architecture."

  As he spoke, his colossal, surging mental power suddenly enveloped and permeated the entire Agate homeworld, sweeping from the exterior inward.

  The opponent's celestial—or perhaps physiological—structure was completely laid bare within his profound mental sight.

  Godshell 'saw.'

  Over 10,000 kilometers beneath his feet resided a White Dwarf, measuring 3300 kilometers in diameter, rotating at high speed.

  Encircling this White Dwarf, whose surface temperature soared to 150,000 degrees Celsius, were hundreds of thousands of layers of 'shallow' biological 'strata.' These layers were constructed from extremely complex, superconducting resin bodies, piled up one upon another, extending all the way to Bozeman’s outermost celestial structure.

  And interspersed between these superconducting resin 'strata,' millions of peculiar, ovoid high-temperature empty chambers were regularly distributed, ranging from several hundred meters to several thousand meters in diameter.

  Each of these chambers was filled with high-temperature, high-pressure Ether-Crystalline element gas.

  Within the dense gas inside these chambers, extremely violent grid-shaped discharge phenomena occurred every single moment.

  Simultaneously, hair-like resin filaments extended inward from the inner walls of these millions of chambers.

  These visibly more solid resin bodies connected to one another, twisted, and gathered into an immense three-dimensional network. The core of this network, via thick resin pillars, abruptly pierced through to the nearest external chambers, connecting with the fibrous three-dimensional networks there.

  Thus, the chambers were intricately linked, creating a massive three-dimensional web that spread throughout the entire interior of the Agate homeworld.

  Within these networks, the superconducting resin bodies continuously transmitted high-voltage currents loaded with vast amounts of information, perpetually and without interruption, from the exterior inward.

  "Truly miraculous. The entire internal structure of this planet is essentially indistinguishable from the neuronal networks of some basic iron- or silicon-based intelligent life forms."

  Godshell praised in a low voice, "Every time a grid-like discharge manifests within these chambers, it must signify a specific thought process."

  Though his words held praise, his subsequent actions were utterly merciless.

  Hum ——

  In an instant, the Agate homeworld Bozeman, subjected to Godshell's absolute will, 'collapsed' to an extreme focal point, shrinking into a minute speck that swiftly flew into the folded space he carried with him.

  At the same moment, the colossal Divine Throne suddenly materialized before Godshell.

  He wasted no time.

  His figure blurred instantly, departing the external universe and appearing inside the Divine Throne's main control deck.

  Immediately, he activated the starship, initiating Level 9.1 warp state, and thundered towards the Dark Void Battlefield, situated 600 light-years away.

  Just a dozen seconds later, the Divine Throne reached the outermost boundary of the Dark Void Battlefield.

  No, not merely the periphery.

  It was tens of trillions of kilometers further out than the previously designated 'periphery' within the boundless void.

  The Divine Throne could advance no further.

  Godshell stepped out of the spacecraft, fixing his intense gaze forward.

  In his visual range, an area spanning unknown kilometers—which included the former Dark Void Battlefield—was now entirely dominated by an indescribably brilliant entity. This entity was composed of countless points, lines, planes, and bodies that rotated at extreme velocities in every conceivable direction moment by moment.

  This blazing light structure, which appeared vastly larger than a typical stellar system, held an eerie yet fundamentally contradictory quality.

  If one were absolutely forced to describe it, only the word 'ineffable' would suffice.

  Just as Godshell was observing intently, Cadelon swiftly glided across the distant universe.

  "Your vessel’s speed is truly remarkable."

  This Yonruk warrior, after maneuvering into position, looked down at the Divine Throne that Godshell had casually stowed away, remarking somewhat strangely:

  "Interesting. Where did you acquire such a spaceship?"

  Godshell quietly moved to hover beside Cadelon and replied with calm assurance: "In a manner of speaking, this spaceship was originally mine."

  He then meticulously recounted the details of how he had come into possession of the Divine Throne.

  Cadelon showed complete disinterest regarding the specifics of the Lead Simian race; she merely commented with a hint of envy:

  "Billions of times the speed of light... You certainly did not leave behind a meager inheritance from your previous life."

  "Indeed," Godshell returned, devoid of any false modesty. "Not meager, and it has served me well. How about you? Did you procure anything of value from this endeavor?"

  Just as Cadelon prepared to answer, the boundless, high-dimensional space-time vortex—located a mere 200,000 kilometers away from the pair—suddenly underwent a drastic transformation.

  The structural change emanating from that colossal high-dimensional vortex was so intense that, in its tumultuous outpouring, it caused large-scale, irreversible continuous distortions, fluctuations, rolling motions, interferences, and even macro-scale quantum jitters to erupt within the delicate structure of the surrounding interstellar medium.

  In an instant, this vast and chaotic vacuum suddenly unleashed countless beams of ultra-high-energy particle streams. Each stream possessed the capability to pierce planetary atmospheres and trigger massive collapses in surface ecosystems. Carrying dazzling bursts of energy, they suddenly traversed the immense cosmos at extreme velocity, sweeping outward in all directions across the deep expanse.

  Rumble rumble rumble rumble ——

  Cadelon intently sensed the chaotic, restless universe 200,000 kilometers away. Feeling the destructive fluctuations faintly emanating from within, she couldn't help but exclaim in shock: "This level of space-time turbulence... it's simply far more violent than the edge of a black hole! I even suspect vacuum decay has occurred there! What in the cosmos is Master manipulating?!"

  "I do not know either," Godshell stated with utmost solemnity. "But I sense... it would be advisable if we evacuated this location immediately."

  As he spoke, he abruptly grabbed Cadelon and, utilizing One Step Beyond, rapidly retreated several hundred million kilometers.

  However, this profound spatial structural manipulation technique employed by Godshell seemed to have inadvertently triggered the spatial region surrounding that four-dimensional super space-time vortex, still several hundred thousand kilometers away.

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  Then, suddenly:

  Boom!!!

  That vast, ceaselessly expanding and surging space-time region—like an endless angry tide that had accumulated for tens of thousands of years and finally broke—suddenly unleashed an overwhelming space-time wave covering tens of billions of kilometers, thundering and crushing toward the boundless starry sky in every direction.

  This wave, carrying neither matter, energy, nor information, born purely from the dimensional fabric of space-time, was almost as if the distant edge of the universe was expanding at superluminal speeds. In just one thousandth of a second, it covered hundreds of millions of kilometers, directly bearing down upon Godshell and Cadelon.

  Thus, Godshell, who had just regained his equilibrium, was startled: "That aggressive?!"

  He hastily grabbed the bewildered Cadelon beside him and repeatedly retreated over several dozen steps, each covering several hundred million kilometers. Only then did he barely find a 'narrow' gap—a mere tens of kilometers wide—amidst the surging, continuously 'biting' space-time waves trailing behind them, and escaped into it.

  Rumble rumble rumble rumble ——

  Sensing with his super-three-dimensional awareness that the intense wave was rapidly consuming the deep space of the universe further and further away without abating, Godshell slowly relaxed his tension and spoke in a deep voice: "Judging by the momentum of this wave, I estimate it won't cease until it has crushed four or five thousand stars."

  "What are you implying?!"

  Cadelon, standing beside him, heard this and couldn't help but exclaim in shock: "Is it truly that exaggerated?! Crushing four or five thousand stars? That level of power is completely unreasonable!"

  "Hmph, this immense ripple is the direct product of Master's double destruction—a severe one at that—of the Higgs field and the cosmic space-time structure. While its sheer power and persistence fall short of true vacuum decay, its execution speed is significantly, much faster."

  Godshell offered a slight sneer. "If I hadn't intervened just now, even if you had successfully activated that so-called mental mode, being swept up by this wave would still have resulted in your absolute annihilation—not even a single mote of dust would remain."

  "Is that truly the case?"

  Cadelon was momentarily stunned by the declaration, then sighed dejectedly. "Alas, I am truly weak. Wait... No!"

  She abruptly turned to look at Godshell, speaking with extreme astonishment: "That's strange. How did you know... that Master destroyed the Higgs field and the cosmic space-time structure?"

  "I naturally... I..."

  Godshell paused, stammering slightly. "Actually, I don't know precisely why I know this. Perhaps... perhaps my original incarnation encountered this phenomenon, and it left behind fragmented memories or residual cognitive echoes."

  "Mmmph!"

  Cadelon's envious singular eye continuously flashed with red light. "You just keep consuming the original body's legacy until you perish! Is inheriting someone else's bounty something to boast about?!"

  "Heh heh."

  Godshell raised his head slightly with smug confidence. "The fact that I can feast on the original body's inheritance simply proves how significant I am."

  "Heh... Good heavens!"

  Cadelon said somewhat unhappily, "I specifically asked you not to harm the pure fighting spirit of a Yonruk warrior, remember?"

  "If it is truly pure, it cannot be harmed. On the contrary... consider that for yourself." Godshell cheerfully retorted.

  Just as the two were happily chatting and bantering, that colossal, high-dimensional super space-time vortex—located tens of billions of kilometers away, transformed by Seraphine, and whose top, bottom, left, and right sides were utterly invisible, occupying an interstellar volume of unknown trillions or even tens of trillions of kilometers—unexpectedly surged again without warning immediately after releasing that world-shattering space-time wave. It began to encompass and devour the surrounding void in all directions.

  Rumble rumble rumble rumble ——

  Far surpassing the speed of light, the four-dimensional super space-time vortex expanded to engulf tens of billions of kilometers of cosmic space in less than a thousandth of a second, completely consuming the area where Godshell and Cadelon were situated, who were unable to react in time. Simultaneously, it roared and surged, consuming even wider swathes of interstellar space in every direction.

  Yet, the two individuals, ruthlessly swallowed by the colossal super space-time vortex, surprisingly suffered absolutely no harm within its core.

  They merely felt as if their entire bodies were completely enveloped and shielded by some extremely miraculous power from head to toe, effectively blocking any external influence.

  However, because of this comprehensive protection, the two were as if completely solidified, utterly incapable of making any interfering actions towards the outside world.

  At the same time, to their extremely horrified eyes, all surrounding matter—be they comets, meteorites, cosmic debris, or those deep-space rays—upon being thoroughly engulfed by this super space-time vortex, which surged at superluminal speed akin to a localized Big Bang, instantly erupted into boundless light and heat, then shattered into trillions of fundamental particles, scattering away and leaving nothing behind.

  Moreover, they vaguely sensed that almost every blink of an eye, it felt as if seven or eight layers of space-time interfaces—appearing as flimsy as paper but actually exceeding hundreds of billions in scale and mass, possessing completely different curvatures, energy levels, and flow rates—were covering and sweeping over them from all directions, as if attempting to violently reshape reality. These layers completely ignored the two's body defenses, which were stronger than those of even neutron stars, piercing and enveloping them from the inside out.

  Fortunately, although the physical and mental discomfort was extreme every single moment, they fleetingly experienced a sensation of being bounced between the brink of life and death, yet ultimately they suffered not the slightest injury, only profound fright.

  Cadelon was utterly bewildered, her mind still reeling in shock.

  Godshell, being a half-four-dimensional entity inherently sensitive to external space-time fluctuations, besides being utterly terrified, unexpectedly gained a crucial piece of information.

  If not for this unknown protective power enveloping his body, it was highly likely that in an instant he would have been brutally excised and shattered into countless fundamental particles by the frequently switching seven or eight layers of terrifying high-frequency space-time interfaces, then scattered into various unknown dimensions within the super space-time vortex, thus perishing completely in both body and soul.

  What 'half-Four-Dimensional Body,' what dimensional manipulation, what space-time control—all of it became meaningless when faced with layer upon layer of terrifying, high-frequency space-time dimensional shifting.

  However, Godshell was not panicking.

  Because this protective power shielding his body, without any doubt, must have been deliberately provided by Master to ensure their safety.

  Otherwise, the two would have perished long ago without even a grave.

  So, he stabilized his mindset, quietly awaiting the passing of this event, while curiously musing internally:

  "Master has caused such an enormous upheaval this time; what level of power will she command after truly achieving the breakthrough?"

  This question remained unanswered, a mystery to everyone for the time being.

  Godshell could only drift within the constantly fluctuating layers of high-frequency space-time interfaces, quietly anticipating the answer that would only arrive once this entire ordeal concluded.

  Meanwhile, on the external Dark Void Battlefield...

  No, the designated interstellar region known as the 'Dark Void Battlefield' had vanished long ago.

  Now, the exterior, within that boundless cosmos, was dominated by a colossal entity that was continuously expanding, vibrating, rolling, rotating, translating, overlapping, intersecting, and seemingly comprised of countless flickering points, rays of light, piercing surfaces, and dazzling cubes—a super space-time dynamic structural body occupying and dominating everything.

  After completely engulfing the Dark Void Battlefield and the vast surrounding regions, which were ten to a hundred times larger than the former, this four-dimensional super space-time vortex, now boasting a diameter of approximately thirty trillion kilometers, showed no sign of diminishing its power. It continued to surge in all directions at speeds countless times exceeding the speed of light, actively devouring and enveloping the even vaster interstellar space around it.

  In its path lay everything it encountered.

  Whether it was meteors, planets, comets, nebulae, or massive, searing hot stars, and even neutron stars—which were harder and hotter than the others—all collapsed and disintegrated the moment they were swallowed by the super space-time vortex. After erupting all their stored energy, they tragically transformed into an endless storm of fundamental particles, scattering throughout the cosmos in all directions.

  Rumble rumble rumble rumble ——

  This four-dimensional vortex surged forward at an extreme velocity with every passing moment, rapidly claiming and consuming the vast stellar space surrounding it.

  Rumble rumble rumble!!

  Finally, after surging forward intensely for a full several seconds, this four-dimensional super space-time vortex, having already annihilated dozens of stellar systems, slowly halted its invasion of the cosmic expanse.

  By this time, this dynamically super-structured body, roughly spherical in shape, had expanded to a terrifying diameter of 775.7774 trillion kilometers!

  Then, this colossal monster, nearly forty times wider than the entire Solar System's diameter, began a grand, collapse-like contraction.

  It contracted at superluminal speeds—countless times faster than light—towards the general direction of the original 'Dark Void Battlefield.'

  Miraculously, as this gigantic super space-time vortex contracted at such extreme velocity, the surrounding and adjacent external universe, as if bound by powerful adhesive forces, followed suit, collapsing with a tremendous roar.

  To describe it starkly, this four-dimensional vortex truly resembled a bottomless abyss, greedily and dominantly pulling the surrounding boundless interstellar space into an infinitely deep, unknown alien domain.

  Simultaneously, due to the world-shattering anomaly in this specific interstellar region, many celestial bodies and even entire colossal stellar systems in the far more distant universe were passively dragged along by the extreme 'current' of space itself, as if warping. They 'encircled' the former location of the Dark Void Battlefield from all directions at superluminal speeds.

  If someone were to stand outside the Orion Spiral Arm and observe the Golden Bough Civilization Zone, perhaps utilizing superluminal vision, they would witness an incomparably shocking cosmic anomaly.

  Now, around the midsection of the two narrow sectors named Driphor and Namora, at the precise point where the two sectors nearly converged, it appeared as if a cosmic funnel had suddenly manifested. It was continuously drawing hundreds or thousands of stellar systems, both near and distant, towards it at extreme speed.

  The closer a stellar system was to this 'funnel,' the faster it accelerated; the farther away, the slower the movement became, until the gravitational influence ceased altogether.

  Furthermore, the range of influence exerted by this 'funnel' spanned several thousand light-years.

  An unknown number of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of stellar systems were affected, shifting by several kilometers, billions of kilometers, trillions of kilometers, or even tens of light-years in mere seconds from their original fixed positions.

  And the core responsible for all these anomalies—that terrifyingly colossal super space-time vortex—after continuously collapsing at superluminal speeds for several seconds, completely vanished from the universe.

  Finally, this vast universe, as if brutally 'gnawed' upon by the event, was forcibly stripped of a spherical region of interstellar space with a diameter of eighty-two light-years.

  Affected by this disappearance, many celestial bodies and even entire stellar systems that were previously eighty-two light-years apart in the surrounding cosmos instantly drew into close proximity with each other.

  It was as if the immense volume of space that separated them had simply ceased to exist.

  And Cadelon and Godshell, at this moment, reappeared in the boundless universe.

  They dazedly surveyed the greatly altered surroundings, gazing at a red giant star, tens of thousands of kilometers away, that had definitely not been present before. Their eyes were filled with extreme bewilderment, as if they had accidentally transmigrated to an entirely different world.

  "How, how... incredible..." Cadelon stammered, "Where did this massive sun come from? I distinctly remember it wasn't there before."

  "Hoo—" Godshell exhaled beside him, "You ask me? Who should I ask?"

  Suddenly, the two sensed a powerful, cosmos-shaking presence abruptly materialize, situated 20,000 kilometers away.

  They immediately turned their heads to look.

  As anticipated, Seraphine, clad in a black cotton robe, sat quietly cross-legged, positioned 20,000 kilometers distant.

  She slowly opened her eyes.

  The two stared blankly at their Master's eyes.

  And saw within those eye sockets... no pupils or irises at all, only a patch of extreme, intensely hot white light.

  From within that white light, the two vaguely perceived a terrifying thermal energy capable of completely incinerating their bodies and souls.

  As a half-four-dimensional life form, Godshell was exceptionally sensitive to thermal readings.

  He instantly 'perceived' the true magnitude of the temperature blazing within Seraphine's eyes.

  "One hundred trillion degrees Celsius!!"

  Godshell cried out in horror, "This is enough to reduce all matter in the universe into quark-gluon plasma!"

  Cadelon, who had always been brave and fearless, trembled upon hearing this, whispering hoarsely:

  "One hundred trillion degrees... This terrifying temperature actually resides within Master's body. And it's contained within her most delicate feature, her eyes—this... This is completely illogical!"

  Just as the two were murmuring in shock, the overly dazzling light in Seraphine's eyes slowly receded, transforming once again into those normal, radiant eyes from before.

  Her gaze was impassive as she looked down at her attribute panel.

  【Host: Seraphine】

  【Physical Strength: 3 Billion Star】

  【Soul: 3 Billion Star】

  After more than a day of doubling her attributes and successfully cultivating the 《Full-Dimensional Skyroot Codex》.

  Seraphine's capabilities suddenly surged from the previous mere 50 Million Star to the current colossal 3 Billion Star.

  At this moment, Seraphine finally achieved the genuine realm of holding countless stars in her palm; her very being was a universe unto itself.

  But these were not her paramount concerns right now.

  More crucially, she had evolved into a true, complete, and actual Four-Dimensional Lifeform.

  No longer a pseudo-four-dimensional entity like Godshell, who could only channel partial super-three-dimensional might. Nor was she a four-dimensional being constrained by the external spacetime environment, where appearing in three-dimensional space risked physical and spiritual damage, or even complete collapse and disintegration.

  Having broken through the Skyroot Codex, Seraphine was fundamentally unconstrained by the external spacetime environment’s influence, because she herself constituted an independent four-dimensional space.

  She now possessed three distinct layers of embodiment.

  The outermost, third layer of her structure is named 【Material Facade】.

  It is a quark body that perpetually maintains a temperature of one hundred trillion degrees Celsius.

  What outsiders perceive as her hair, skin, and face is merely a constructed facade—a false image generated using a layer that appears thin but actually contains a spacetime expansion region spanning a trillion miles, interwoven with the refined simulation of the Force of Grand Unification.

  Of course, this "false image" is only relative to Seraphine herself.

  To others, this presents as a genuine physical body: a low-temperature, carbon-based form of flesh and blood that appears utterly devoid of destructive capability.

  However, should Seraphine choose to withdraw this layer of 'skin,' manifesting her true hundred-trillion-degree quark body into the cosmos, everything—be it planets, Suns, neutron stars, or even a top-tier Stage Ten Overlord like Cadelon, or even a semi-four-dimensional entity like Godshell who inherited the shell of an ancient creator—would be instantaneously vaporized, completely incinerated.

  This protective layer of 'skin' exists entirely as Seraphine's shield for this universe.

  She cherishes this universe, and thus, she desires to carefully safeguard it, unwilling to see it harmed by herself.

  And hidden deep within the quark body, perhaps even halfway detached from the conventional material plane, resides Seraphine's second layer—【Three-Dimensional Exterior】.

  This layer consists of a collection of three-dimensional spacetime astrocytomas, or perhaps colonies of three-dimensional worlds, linked together by Celestial Arcana.

  Each of these semi-independent, three-dimensional spacetime worlds is a regular hexahedron, measuring ten light-years along each side.

  A total complement of one hundred and twenty-eight such structures.

  These worlds, each far exceeding the size of the Solar System, exist in a constant, complex state of superposition, rotation, and interweaving.

  However, Seraphine's initial layer—her 【True Form】, which also houses her Immortal Primordial Soul—is situated at the absolute core of this vast cluster, comprising one hundred and twenty-eight colossal three-dimensional spacetime worlds.

  These worlds are architecturally constructed from sixteen four-dimensional hypercubical worlds, each boasting sides ten light-years in length... a genuine four-dimensional entity.

  Yet, such monumental power is still merely the entry-level threshold on this arduous path of Full-Dimensional self-space evolution.

  That is precisely correct.

  According to Seraphine's comprehensive blueprint for this cultivation method, ascending to the fourth dimension is merely the opening act.

  Even though merely entering this stage surpasses 99.99999999% of all life forms across the entire universe, the sheer potency it commands is terrifyingly unparalleled to the extreme.

  Nevertheless, among the myriad realms within this entire cultivation schema, the fourth dimension must truly be considered only the nascent stage.

  Beyond it lie the fifth, sixth, seventh dimensions, culminating finally in the tenth dimension.

  Seraphine estimates that with each dimensional increment, her power level will experience an exponential increase far beyond the preceding stage.

  And this progression is not simply a quantitative accumulation but represents a much more critical, qualitative leap.

  Take the current iteration of Seraphine, for example.

  Even without invoking her 3 billion Star power, relying solely on the inherent capabilities of a true four-dimensional being, entities such as Milky Way Overlords or any cosmic beings, vast nebulae, or dense neutron stars—from her perception—are nothing more than static figures within a painting, mere elements within a composition. A casual observation could annihilate countless among them.

  The gulf in disparity is simply too vast for comprehension.

  To articulate Seraphine's current mode of existence in detail:

  It is fundamentally based on a four-dimensional self-space that transcends three-dimensional spacetime, serving as the core essence. Within and without this core, countless Full-Dimensional fundamental particles are constructed, serving as the structure of flesh, blood, and integument. Between these two elements, endless streams of four-dimensional pure energy and the grand unified force field are interwoven layer upon layer, ultimately converging into Celestial Arcana—the true meaning of qi and principle—finally permeating and interfacing with numerous three-dimensional and four-dimensional stellar dimension-cells to form an orderly, high-dimensional entity.

  That entity is the Four-Dimensional Primordium.

  Now that she has successfully achieved this dimensional ascent, should she fail to condense an exterior 'false image'—a trillion-mile spacetime expansion region surrounding her body—to maximally veil the boundless and terrifying power of this four-dimensional physique...

  Then, even if Seraphine simply existed silently within the mortal universe, it would inevitably result in stellar demise, world collapse, and the lamentation of all sentient beings.

  This applies regardless of her third body—the Quark body—which maintains a terrifying internal and external temperature exceeding one hundred trillion degrees Celsius.

  Nor do those faint, sparse strands of Celestial Arcana, easily capable of generating and destroying all things and shaping vast universes, which permeate and communicate through the first, second, and third bodies—these are not forces that mortals of the mundane world can perceive or touch.

  Contact results in immediate termination; merely witnessing it leads to annihilation.

  However, this phenomenon is not a defect that manifested during Seraphine's evolutionary journey.

  Rather, it is an inevitable consequence: a high-dimensional life form must inherently be a high-energy life form.

  This is because shallow and faint energy levels are simply insufficient to support the macroscopic manifestation of higher dimensions.

  Only that immense energy density, comparable to that of the early universe, can genuinely unlock and permanently sustain a higher dimension, even eternally.

  Therefore, even though Seraphine's current 'body temperature' surpasses the core of the sun by over six million times, she remains perfectly normal—a life form more perfected than all beings in the universe following her evolutionary process.

  Conversely, it is the external world whose energy level is too low and whose environment is too fragile, thus rendering it incapable of sustaining her very existence.

  However, within the complex self-space triple-body system, apart from the 【Material Facade】 and the 【Three-Dimensional Exterior】...

  Seraphine’s most crucial 【True Form】 is essentially a four-dimensional world colony, constructed from sixteen four-dimensional space-time astrocytomas, each boasting sides ten light-years in length, arranged in a structure too intricate to be fully articulated in three dimensions.

  Within these four-dimensional worlds, each hundreds or thousands of times larger than the Solar System, there exist four mutually orthogonal spatial dimensions. Consequently, all three-dimensional objects, possessing only three spatial dimensions, cannot normally exist stably within them. Upon entry, they will rapidly disintegrate and collapse.

  During this violent disintegration process, most three-dimensional matter, while releasing vast amounts of light and heat, will completely collapse and perish down to the fundamental particle level.

  Only a very small fraction of residual atoms, after enduring the strenuous stimulation and influence of the harsh four-dimensional environment, possess an infinitesimally small probability of undergoing various violent evolutions, thereby transforming into four-dimensional atoms whose properties and attributes are vastly different from their previous state.

  Earlier in the universe, after Godshell and Cadelon were caught and swallowed by the suddenly surging super space-time vortex, that boundless terror they vaguely felt in every single instant was actually caused by the high-frequency space-time interface shifts and movements resulting from the constant translation, expansion, intersection, and overlapping as Seraphine's true body's internal four-dimensional spaces rapidly grew and matured.

  The concept of "a point extending into a line" (Zero Dimension ~ One Dimension).

  "A line sweeping into a plane" (One Dimension ~ Two Dimensions).

  "A plane sweeping into a solid" (Two Dimensions ~ Three Dimensions).

  "A cube moving then forming a hypercube" (Three Dimensions ~ Four Dimensions).

  A tesseract is the four-dimensional analogue of a cube.

  A four-dimensional hypercube relates to a three-dimensional cube just as a three-dimensional cube relates to a two-dimensional square.

  A square possesses one-dimensional sides; a cube possesses two-dimensional faces.

  Naturally, a tesseract also possesses hyperplanes.

  The definition of a hyperplane is:

  In an N-dimensional space, a hyperplane constitutes an (N-1)-dimensional space.

  To provide an example: in two-dimensional space, a hyperplane is a one-dimensional space (a straight line).

  In three-dimensional space, a hyperplane is two-dimensional space (a plane).

  Therefore, a four-dimensional hypercube is bounded by 8 hyperplanes (which are three-dimensional cubes).

  Consequently, the one hundred and twenty-eight three-dimensional world colonies that intricately construct Seraphine's second body (self-space)—each of which is dozens of times larger than the entire Solar System—are essentially the individual hyperplanes (the three-dimensional cubes) that constitute the sixteen four-dimensional worlds of her first body (self-space).

  And such a massive quantity, and such immensely voluminous, three-dimensional and four-dimensional stellar dimension-cell colonies, were not created by Seraphine herself.

  Because a truly complete and perfectly structured space inherently possesses an infinite multitude of points—continuous, discrete, yet fundamentally equal in status.

  Empty vacuum is far from being as simple and bland as it appears on the surface.

  Therefore, the current Seraphine is capable of creating numerous material objects, but she cannot yet fabricate a space that is entirely whole and perfectly structured.

  The reason these spatial stellar cells could emerge smoothly, one after another, during Seraphine's dimensional progression.

  It was precisely because, throughout that magnificent and expansive dimensional ascent process, every space-time astrocytoma contained within her first and second forms was brutally consumed from the vast and boundless external universe.

  For the sake of her dimensional ascension, Seraphine completely devoured a spherical segment of the real universe spanning a diameter of over 80 light-years.

  Under normal cosmic conditions, space cannot truly be severed or torn apart, let alone bitten and masticated.

  But during her dimensional ascent, after Seraphine's Immortal Primordial Soul also transcended to the four-dimensional level, she miraculously and faintly sensed the fourth spatial dimension—a dimension ten orders of magnitude smaller than cosmic fundamental particles—tightly curled within the Planck domain.

  That is correct: in this universe, macroscopic space-time possesses only three dimensions.

  Seraphine had already confirmed this during her time in the Divinitas Frame stage.

  All other higher spatial dimensions are coiled within the Planck domain.

  In that unknown and most minuscule microscopic realm of the universe, time, space, matter, energy, and information all appeared to coalesce.

  Even the restraint of the speed of light, Seraphine sensed, seemed non-existent there.

  However, because that domain was too infinitesimally small and profoundly mysterious, even Seraphine could only perceive and interact with this universe at its most fundamental level through a method analogous to macroscopic four-dimensional self-space and microscopic collapsed four-dimensional resonance, thereby achieving a topological engulfment of the immense external universe's space-time fabric.

  More critically, with the combined effect of the four-dimensional Immortal Primordial Soul, the Planck-collapsed four-dimensions, and the four-dimensional self-space, Seraphine finally attained superluminal perceptive capabilities.

  This was not the sweeping, generalized mental power known as Divine Will.

  Instead, it was an 'eternal' space-time awareness originating from the very foundations of space-time, matter, and energy.

  This domain cannot alter its form, consumes zero energy, and requires no active deployment; it functions more like a passive endowment, a unique innate talent of a true four-dimensional entity.

  The range of this sensory domain spans: a colossal spherical spatial region with a diameter of eighty-two light-years.

  Hum ——

  Seraphine, sitting upright in the void, quietly sensed every piece of detailed information regarding every life form, planet, comet, and star within an eighty-two light-year radius, utilizing the fourth spatial dimension in the Planck domain as an unprecedented 'telescope.'

  This observation encompassed their mass, volume, density, structure, and even the specific atomic attributes that constitute these objects.

  Seraphine saw it all with absolute clarity before her, almost as if witnessing it directly.

  Naturally, if she could observe it, she could interfere with it.

  Within this vast domain, her power could manifest at any point without delay, twisting, shattering, and annihilating all things.

  So now, with a mere thought, everything within this eighty-two light-year radius would instantly collapse and disintegrate, transforming into streams of scattered fundamental particles.

  Or, with a single thought, she could open the portal to the worlds of her second body, forcibly containing all things in this vast universe within those dimensions.

  "This method of perception, and the sheer speed at which it perceives everything in the universe, is superior to the Three Realms Domain, and by a significant margin."

  In the endless void, Seraphine continuously used this Superluminal domain to casually manipulate the large and small hot stars within an eighty-two light-year radius, while slowly remarking: "If that is the case, then let us designate this domain the 【Boundless Domain】."