464: It's right here!

What it faced was no longer a tiny “opponent” attempting to stir up waves within it.

Su Han’s burning Soul, in the extreme despair of being devoured, torn, and eroded by endless filth, had completely reversed the ultimate meaning of his existence the moment he stepped through the Gate of Gui Xu.

From a struggling existent, he actively and resolutely transformed into a coordinate leading to ultimate nothingness—a “singularity” rapidly heading towards complete annihilation.

When the Chaos Shattering Claw, capable of annihilating all ages, was about to reach the core of Gui Xu with an Aura that could tear apart all existence, Su Han’s last, remaining fragments of will, in the center of that furiously collapsing, infinitely dense, dead black hole, made the final “guidance.”

Silent, yet erupting with a blaze that shook the fundamental Law of the Universe!

That point of profound darkness, so deep it absorbed all light, in the one-billionth of a second when the Ancestral Demon’s giant claw touched it—which was also the last moment its internal annihilation process was intensified by Su Han’s will—collapsed to its extreme!

It was not an explosion, but the ultimate self-negation of all its constituent Origin Laws, energy essence, and even the most basic logical units maintaining its existence… all at the same moment.

The end of Gui Xu was no longer consumption; it was the complete burning out and evaporation of its own meaning of existence.

Om!

A point of pure, extreme paleness.

In an instant, that absolutely profound core Origin point actually bloomed with an incomparably pure, incomparably sharp white radiance, carrying the essence of absolute “nothingness.”

It pierced through the dark facade that devoured everything, like an absolutely cold, sharp arrow piercing through a thick fog of filth.

The arrow shaft was the trajectory of Gui Xu, and the arrowhead was Su Han’s final will, ignited by sacrificing everything—that was the condensed swan song of all collapse: the Arrow of Annihilation!

This pale radiance flashed and vanished, its speed transcending the normal Laws of space-time.

It ignored all the filthy force fields on the Ancestral Demon’s giant claw, which were capable of twisting space and disintegrating matter, as if it were a spear of judgment descended by Law itself, carrying the absolute will to end all clamor and return to eternal silence, shooting straight out.

Direction?

At the core of the chest of the newly born World-Destroying Ancestral Demon, which was entrenched above the Star Core Space, a physical focal point, forcibly condensed from billions of violent, greedy, and primally destructive filthy wills, was pulsating intensely, like the heart of this massive source of pollution—it was the core hub for all the power of this world-destroying torrent to surge into the new passage!

The target of the arrow was precisely this spot!

Puff!

A faint muffled sound, as if a hot needle had pierced rotten leather.

Time, at this moment, seemed to be frozen and solidified. The strings of the Universe, which had been operating incessantly for billions of years, seemed to be pressed down by an invisible giant hand, unable to pluck out any sound.

The massive body of the filth-Destroying Ancestral Demon, which occupied the entire Star Core Space, suddenly stiffened, maintaining the posture of its claw poised to strike, frozen in mid-air.

The countless greedy, prying crimson vertical pupils scattered across its body simultaneously lost all their ferocious luster, and all furiously rotating filthy vortices abruptly ceased.

The boiling, writhing torrent of filth on the surface of its massive body, the constantly proliferating and shattering Chaos carapace, the fissures oozing poisonous viscous fluid, the countless tiny tentacles tearing at space…

Everything came to a standstill; even the most minute particle vibrations subsided.

Space was dead silent, and time was like a frozen river, terrifyingly still.

Only that faint pale light—the arrowhead of the Arrow of Annihilation—was deeply embedded in the Ancestral Demon’s chaotic, filthy chest core.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any shock from a violent energy impact.

There was only a suffocating, absolute silence, as if falling straight into the abyss of the Nine Nethers.

Immediately after—

“Crack…”

A faint, chillingly clear sound of shattering echoed, like the first cracking of a glacial river.

The source was exactly where the pale arrowhead had entered, the Ancestral Demon’s chest core!

A tiny crack instantly burst open!

It did not spread along the patterns on the Ancestral Demon’s body, but rather seemed to be directly imprinted upon the Origin Laws that constituted the Ancestral Demon’s existence.

The crack itself presented a bizarre ice-crystal shape, its edges sharp as blades, permeated with a chilling, deathly white light, forming an indescribably terrifying contrast with the surrounding churning, writhing filthy matter.

And this was merely the beginning.