Chapter 135

The False God Anchor hovered in absolute nothingness. This cosmic territory, completely purified by its law-swallowing force field, now presented a bizarre "pure white." It was neither light nor dark, but rather the pale background radiation remaining after the spatial structure was completely disassembled into the most fundamental space-time String Base Elements. It resembled a blank canvas left behind after a deity wiped away an old work. The anchor body itself was the only abrupt ornamentation on the canvas—that cold, multifaceted geometric body, every ridge sharp enough to slice through space and time. The grey-purple Pseudo-Logic runes flowing across its surface flickered endlessly, casting faint projections onto the pure white void background that continuously self-wove and self-annihilated. The anchor body spun slowly, as if inspecting its own creation.