Chapter 94

The Molten Gold Core pierced the spatial rift. This was not a gliding fall. It was an instantaneous shift of spatial coordinates. One second it was surging through the twisted corridors of the gateway; the next, it was frozen in a dead silence colder than death itself. There was no breath of wind, no echo; even the falling trajectories of cosmic dust were frozen solid in an eternal, ice-bound instant. A heavy silence, harder than marrow and heavier than a stellar core, pressed down like a materialized glacier, crushing into the burning, rushing "body" of the Molten Gold Core. Vision was meaningless. Perception was forced to shift. On the other side of the spatial rift lay an absolute, solid cage where even the concept of "nothingness" did not exist—a mine shaft so vast it defied scale. The walls were not made of rock, but of some pure black crystal, exquisitely condensed into absolute geometric cut surfaces. Deep within the crystals, countless straight, pitch-blue trajectories pierced straight through space, frozen in place! Every single line exuded a non-human geometric cold light, stabbed ruthlessly into perception like an icy ruler forcibly implanted. The ceiling soared upward beyond sight, while the floor plunged downward beyond measure. In the center of the mine hovered a monstrous construct defying description—