402: Chapter 402 Enemies meeting are bound to be furious; Gao Wei's vertical pupils lock onto the blue-robed man once more.

In the Void Realm, Zhou Wannian's footsteps were as steady as if he were walking on a bluestone bridge in Jiangnan during spring. One step, two steps, his green cloth shoes stepped on invisible void stairs, producing crisp sounds. These footsteps pierced through the howling turbulence of energy and the forcibly altered Laws of physics, striking one by one deep into the sensory receptors of the massive figure high in the sky.

The violent void storm swept past Zhou Wannian, billowing his faded green cloth robe. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes deep as ancient wells, carrying a hint of idle mockery that saw through all illusions.

In the sky, the Extraterrestrial Angler, tens of thousands of feet tall and shrouded in dark gold robes, fell into a brief, deathly silence.

On that featureless, pale-as-paper face, only a withered giant hand with just four long fingers tightly covered the corner of an eye. Dark gold blood—or rather, those liquid mechanical gears—was still dripping from between the fingers, crashing into the ruins below and turning into a pile of clanking scrap metal.

"You don't even have the qualification to settle accounts with me."

Zhou Wannian's words were like a rusty, blunt knife, ruthlessly stabbing into The Angler's mechanical core built from Truth Codes and twisting forcefully.

As the Agent of the high-dimensional Truth Realm and the supreme Dominator of this Immortal-Demon Great World, The Angler was used to looking down on all living beings and measuring the value of all creatures with cold data. In his logic module, a variable from the Lower Realm was merely a piece of erroneous code that needed to be purged.

But now, this piece of erroneous code had not only jumped out of the fishpond but had also fought all the way to his lair, crushed millions of his creations, and mocked him to his face as a pile of scrap metal.

Anger.

This was a low-level emotion considered redundant data by the Truth Realm, something that should have been stripped away, yet it was now frantically growing and spreading within The Angler's logic core.

"Beep—Logic module overloaded—"

"Forced cooling program failed to start—"

Piercing electronic alarms sounded from within The Angler, mixed with the sound of giant gears grinding and cracking. His dark gold robe, woven from data light and metal scales, expanded violently as if inflated.

"Low-dimensional meat worm."

The Angler's hoarse, mechanical voice, sounding like two rusty iron plates scraping against each other, boomed across the world again. This voice kicked up a hurricane of materialized sound waves, blowing the remaining metal walls of the Great Furnace of Creation until they tumbled and tore like falling leaves.

"You know absolutely nothing about high-dimensional power, or the vastness of truth!"

Accompanied by this world-shaking roar, The Angler slowly moved.

The four-fingered giant hand that had been tightly covering his face moved away inch by inch with a tooth-aching sound of metal rusting and grinding.

Without the giant hand's obstruction, the huge vertical pupil hidden in the shadows was completely exposed under the dim, oppressive dark purple sky of the Immortal-Demon Great World.

This was an eye that, with just one glance, would freeze one's Divine Soul and cause their Dao Heart to collapse.

The background of the vertical pupil was a deathly grayish-white; there was no pupil, only countless fine, cold-gleaming geometric codes rapidly flowing within the eyeball.

And the most shocking part was the scars covering the surface of this eyeball.

Spiderweb-like black cracks spread from the corner of the vertical pupil to its center. Deep within each crack, metal neural fibers curled outward, and bursts of ghostly blue electric sparks occasionally erupted from the broken circuits.

This was the ironclad evidence left behind by the clash across space in the Qingping Realm. Zhou Wannian had torn apart the high-dimensional Karma threads with his bare hands, and that overbearing, unreasonable backlash had not only destroyed The Angler's anchor in the Lower Realm but had also forcibly torn this Eye of Truth he was so proud of.

At this moment, when enemies meet, their eyes burn with hatred.

Although this eye bled dark gold engine oil, the resentment and killing intent leaking from the socket were hotter and more violent than any materialized flame.

"You destroyed my Karma line and injured my Eye of Truth."

The grayish-white vertical pupil on The Angler's face locked tightly onto the thin green figure below. The geometric codes inside the vertical pupil rotated frantically, attempting to analyze the invisible, intangible Absolute Mass on Zhou Wannian's body, but the feedback remained a full screen of 'data overflow' and 'uncalculable.'

This powerless feeling of being out of control caused The Angler's killing intent to climb to its peak.

"Normally, I would have ten thousand ways to erase the mud pit you're in along with you."

The Angler's voice lowered, the sound waves vibrating in the air to form visible ripples in space.

"But your Physical Body, which has no logical upper limit, and your mass, which can crush spatial dimensions, happen to be the most critical variable in that plan."

On The Angler's pale face, the muscles were as stiff as dead bark. His lone eye flashed with cold light as he spat out words that made the surrounding Void Realm tremble.

"I must obtain your core data and dismantle your Physical Body into the most basic particle models to report to 'That One.' Otherwise, my fate will be ten thousand times worse than this pile of scrap fed into the furnace!"

Zhou Wannian stood quietly on the void stairs.

The gale blew against his face, bringing a strong smell of engine oil and rust. He listened to The Angler's words, a glimmer of light flashing deep within his profound eyes.

"'That One'?"

Zhou Wannian held his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth curling into an interested arc.

"It seems that on the head of a blind wild dog like you, there's an even thicker leash attached."

Zhou Wannian didn't feel any wariness because of the mysterious "That One" the other spoke of. Throughout the endless ages, he had seen too many fellows who claimed to be the masters of the Universe. Some were born high-dimensional deities, while others were mechanical civilizations whose technology had reached the extreme.

But no matter how gorgeous the packaging, once the shell was peeled away, the essence inside was much the same.

"I don't care which piece of scrap metal is standing behind you."

Zhou Wannian raised his right hand and lightly flicked a speck of metal dust off his shoulder with his index finger.

"Since you've shown your face today, you'll just have to take this beating properly."

The Angler did not respond.

He knew that verbal sparring was meaningless against the variable before him. The other's unreasonable physical mass could only be ground down and obliterated with absolute dimensional foundation.

"Myriad Worlds Furnace, Foundation Stripping!"

The Angler let out a roar that pierced the heavens and earth.

His grayish-white vertical pupil, covered in cracks, suddenly widened to its limit. The Truth Codes inside the eyeball no longer merely flowed but erupted like a volcano, turning into beams of blinding grayish-white light that sprayed out from the vertical pupil toward the dome of the Immortal-Demon Great World in all directions.

The Immortal-Demon Great World, this high-dimensional lair built by poisoning endless dimensions and feeding on the Origin of countless lower-dimensional worlds, welcomed its most violent and thorough upheaval since its creation at this moment.

The Angler, the supreme ruler of the Immortal-Demon Great World, finally stopped holding back. He abandoned all probing and directly utilized the fundamental foundation of this world.

"Rumble!"

The thunderous sound of the heavens and earth overturning came from all directions simultaneously.

Zhou Wannian looked around.

He saw the distant bone palaces and immortal pavilions floating in mid-air lose all color and spiritual energy fluctuations under the illumination of the grayish-white light beams. Under the stripping of an irresistible high-dimensional power, the jade and bones that made up the buildings turned directly into powder drifting through the sky.

The earth was cracking, and the dark gray floor tiles, fired from the remains of discarded worlds, were like leaves swept up by a gale, flying into the sky in large patches, then being decomposed into the most primitive energy particles in mid-air.

The moats surrounding the Inner City, which had originally dried up, suddenly exploded. The thick world Origin accumulated over countless eons deep underground in the Immortal-Demon Great World turned into massive pillars of light, breaking through the soil and soaring into the sky.

The entire Immortal-Demon Great World was being dismantled by its own Dominator!

The Angler intended to use this massive lair, which had taken endless ages to build, as a one-time consumable Magic Treasure to suppress the green-shirted man before him.

"Clang... Clang..."

In the Void Realm, the sound of dense chains clashing rang out.

The decomposed building powder and the extracted world Origin did not scatter. Instead, in mid-air, drawn by The Angler's vertical pupil, they began to frantically reorganize in a way that defied common sense.

Grayish-white Truth Codes served as the skeleton, dark red Immortal-Demon Resentment Power as the flesh, and golden world Origin as the nodes.

A giant net, so large its boundaries could not be measured by sight, slowly took shape above the dome of the Immortal-Demon Great World.

This net blotted out the sun and sky.

It replaced the original dark purple haze and the background of the void turbulence. Everywhere one looked, from the heavens to the earth, were grids shimmering with deadly light.

Every strand of this giant net was as thick as a mountain range, with viscous bloodstains flowing over it, electric sparks flickering, and the shrill wails of countless remnant souls imprisoned within.

At the nodes where the grid lines intersected were miniature stars that had been forcibly compressed, emitting devastating gravitational fluctuations.

This was no hunting net.

This was the "World-Extinguishing Net," forged by blending the weight, energy, Karma, and Laws of an entire high-dimensional Major Thousand Worlds.

The Angler intended to use this most barbaric and extravagant method to test and exhaust Zhou Wannian's limitless Absolute Mass. Even if he couldn't format him, he would use the foundation of this entire world to grind him to death at the bottom of the net.

The moment the giant net took shape.

The remaining air within the Immortal-Demon Great World was instantly sucked dry.

Space seemed frozen into a piece of indestructible amber. That omnipresent sense of oppression was enough to make any Soul Transformation Stage powerhouse's Physical Body collapse and Divine Soul perish within a single breath.

Zhou Wannian stood beneath this giant net that covered the heavens and earth.

Before this colossal entity, his figure was smaller than even a speck of dust.

The surrounding light dimmed. The giant net obscured all light sources, with only the net lines and nodes emitting a faint, cold, and deathly glimmer.

The wind stopped.

Sound vanished.

A pressure so pure it left only physical crushing closed in from all directions, falling upon the invisible Domain three feet around Zhou Wannian.

“Buzz—”

For the first time, the Void Realm three feet in front of Zhou Wannian let out a faint, overwhelmed tremor.

Under this pressure that gathered the foundation of an entire world, visible ripples spread across the surface of that Vacuum Domain representing Absolute Mass.

The full-strength strike of the supreme ruler of the Immortal-Demon Great World finally brought Zhou Wannian his first head-on collision since crossing the boundary.

In the sky, The Angler watched the giant net slowly descend.

More and more dark gold engine oil seeped from the cracks in the vertical pupil on his pale face, but the light in his eyes grew increasingly fanatical.

“Tremble. Fear.”

The Angler's mechanical voice echoed through the empty heavens and earth, carrying the arrogance of certain victory.

“No matter how great your mass is, can it exceed the weight of an entire high-dimensional world? No matter how hard your Physical Body is, can it withstand the alternating cutting of countless Laws?”

The Angler raised his withered giant hand and slammed it downward with force.

“Kneel before me!”

Accompanied by this thunderous shout.

The giant net covering the heavens and earth suddenly accelerated.

Carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth, the wails of countless remnant souls, and the cold, rigid erasure logic of the Truth Realm.

It descended toward Zhou Wannian, aiming to envelop him from above.

The moment the giant net fell, the alloy ruins below instantly vaporized, leaving not even dregs. The spatial barriers were sliced into countless pitch-black Void Realm cracks, and violent energy turbulence scurried everywhere between the grid lines.

Heavy.

Oppressive.

Unavoidable.

Zhou Wannian looked up at the world-extinguishing giant net that occupied his entire field of vision.

His faded blue cloth robe clung tightly to his thin frame under this terrifying pressure.

He did not sacrifice any Magic Treasure, nor did he perform any world-destroying Divine Ability or hand Seal.

In those eyes as deep as an ancient well, the flickering gray-white Truth Code and dark red blood-light on the giant net were reflected.

He felt the slight vibrations coming from the three-foot Domain around him.

It was the purest crushing of mass against mass.

“A net patched together from a pile of broken bricks and tiles, yet you dare boastfully tell me to kneel?”

Zhou Wannian's calm voice did not tremble in the slightest under this pressure capable of crushing stars.

He slowly drew out his hands, which had been crossed behind his back.

Slender, fair fingers with distinct knuckles.

He did not try to support the giant net pressing down from above, nor did he take a defensive stance.

Instead, facing the destruction descending from the sky, he made a casual chest-expanding motion, as if merely stretching his limbs in a courtyard at dawn.

“You are right; my mass indeed cannot exceed the weight of an entire high-dimensional world.”

The corners of Zhou Wannian's mouth slowly curled into a bone-chilling smile.

In that smile was a sense of satisfaction, as if he had finally found an outlet after enduring for a long time.

“Because, this world is too small.”

The moment the words fell.

Deep within Zhou Wannian's profound and boundless Divine Soul.

Those 99,999 ancient chains that intertwined into an absolute closed loop, tightly locking his inner universe's Great Perfection Laws.

The outermost one, a dull bronze chain.

At this moment.

It let out a crisp snapping sound.

“Zheng!”

The sound wasn't loud, but it set off a monstrous wave within The Angler's logical core.

With the unfastening of this chain.

The Absolute Mass on Zhou Wannian, which had always been maintained in a “defensive counterattack” state, underwent a world-shaking qualitative change.

It was no longer that restrained, passive heaviness.

But an outward-expanding, violent, terrifying devouring force that sought to pull all things in the Universe into its own gravitational field and tear them apart.

The invisible Domain three feet around Zhou Wannian suddenly expanded outward at this moment.

“Boom!”

A roar beyond description.

The expanding Absolute Mass Domain collided solidly with the world-extinguishing giant net descending upon him.

There was no stalemate between equals.

No tug-of-war of mutual attrition.

The instant of contact.

The Angler's cracked vertical pupil suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

He watched helplessly as the world-extinguishing giant net, which gathered all the foundation of the Immortal-Demon Great World and fused the high-dimensional Truth Code of the Truth Realm—

—hit that outward-expanding Mass Barrier.

It was like a piece of fragile tofu striking an ancient divine mountain rising from the ground.

“Crack... Crack crack crack...”

The sound of snapping, so dense it made one's scalp tingle, exploded across the entire horizon.

Those net lines, as thick as mountain ranges and flowing with the world's Origin and resentment, snapped inch by inch under the pressure of Absolute Mass.

The miniature stars serving as nodes didn't even get a chance to detonate; they were directly crushed into powder by the massive gravity, turning into clouds of dull, dead ash.

The gray-white Truth Code flickering on the giant net fell into a state of frantic garbled data, then completely returned to nothingness under the crushing mass.

The net broke.

It wasn't just a single hole.

Instead, starting from the point of contact, it underwent an avalanche-like total collapse in all directions.

Before Zhou Wannian's Physical Body, which had slightly undone a single layer of its Seal, the foundation of an entire high-dimensional world was as fragile as glass.

Gales surged back into this space.

The remnant souls imprisoned by the net lines were liberated the moment the net shattered, turning into a meteor shower that fled into the depths of the Void Realm turbulence.

Zhou Wannian stood amidst the shattering rain of light.

His posture was as upright as a sword, his blue robe snapping in the re-flowing wind.

The expanding mass Domain did not stop its expansion after tearing the giant net apart.

With an irresistible momentum, it followed the Void Realm, heading straight for the massive dark gold figure above the heavens.

The Angler's body swayed violently in mid-air.

He felt an irresistible gravitational force pulling at his body, which was constructed from Truth Code, trying to drag him into the abyss of destruction below.

“This... what kind of monster is this...”

For the first time, an emotional fluctuation called “fear” appeared in The Angler's mechanical voice.

His bleeding vertical pupil was full of shock. He could not understand how a living being could contain such terrifying physical mass within their body; this already violated all the universal models deduced by the Truth Realm.

He turned around abruptly, his wide dark gold robe whipping up a storm of Void Realm turbulence.

Flee.

At this moment, his logical core had only this one optimal solution left.

He had to take the information about this anomaly back, to “That One.” This was no longer an existence that an Agent of his level could handle.

The Angler raised his withered giant hand and thrust it fiercely into the Void Realm in front of him. Truth Code flickered frantically as he attempted to forcibly tear open a jump passage to the Absolute Truth Realm.

“Rip—”

Space was crudely torn open by him into a pitch-black rift, the other end revealing the cold, mechanical geometric starlight of the Truth Realm.

The Angler's massive body turned into a streak of dark gold light, diving into the depths of the rift without hesitation.

However.

Just as more than half of his body had entered the rift and he was about to escape—

Zhou Wannian, standing on the collapsed ruins below, raised his head.

He looked at the massive back attempting to crawl through the hole and escape.

A cold light flashed in his deep eyes.

“The net is already broken.”

Zhou Wannian's calm voice ignored the spatial distance, ringing directly within the depths of The Angler's logical core.

He slowly raised his right hand, fingers splaying in mid-air, aiming at the rift above the heavens.

“You small fry of an angler, where else do you think you can run?”

The words fell.

Zhou Wannian's open right hand suddenly yanked backward in mid-air.

The Great Perfection Space Law transformed into an invisible, intangible giant hand, crossing tens of thousands of feet of Void Realm distance.

It firmly grabbed The Angler's dark gold long leg that remained outside the rift.