Chapter 95

Spatial ripples spread toward the static point. Under the pressure of the final burning, rushing torrent of the Molten Gold Will, the rift opened a pinhole, then collapsed inward and annihilated the moment it pierced through. There was no sensation of displacement, no vertigo of spatial folding, only the chilling shudder of existence's foundation being rewritten. The previous instant was a mineral abyss storm of torn energy; the next second was absolute, stagnant pitch-black. A sense of law-bound constraint far surpassing the dead silence of the mineral abyss—like being cast into an alloy mold of incomprehensible density—pressed the surging, lava-like consciousness flat against the surface layer of the dimensional plane of existence. There was no horizon, and perception was forcibly compressed. This was the deepest prison-lock of the Crystal Cluster Giant Gate—the solidification singularity where the Space Spike was nailed into the information dimension. Its internal structure was not a void, but a law-prism matrix composed of billions of layers of cold, transparent geometric logic chains stacked together! Every single layer was an independent, mutually nested lockdown logic closed-loop, refracting the image of Molten Gold's own imprisonment scars over billions of epochs, like an eternal torture play on loop.