At point-blank range, the ten-thousand-foot metal tube of pure negative breakdown collided with the forty-inch sapphire slime.
According to every cosmic law established since the dawn of the Great Tao, what should have followed was the instant vaporization of the planet. An total wipeout beam of that size carried enough negative driving force to punch cleanly through the world-size crust, rupture the mantle, shatter the molten iron core, and scatter the world-size leftovers across three star systems like shrapnel from an exploded clay urn.
Instead, the universe witnessed an impossible inversion of physics.
Lin Xiao didn’t resist the impact. He didn’t erect an iron-hard barrier of divine jade, nor did he deflect the total energy sideways into the outer void. Pushback was the method of conventional fighters who believed in the primacy of rigid boundaries. Lin Xiao, however, was a creature of total fluid yielding. When an unstoppable river rushed toward him, his instinct was never to build a stone dam. It was to become an ocean that could swallow the flood without a splash.
“Dao Spirit,” Lin Xiao’s mental command rang out with crisp power. “Unseal the cosmic sky-slit! Full spreading on the intake funnel!”
“Command confirmed,” the Dao Spirit responded instantly. “Initiating supreme power: [Primordial Chaos Maw]. Negative mass exact timing starting.”
