The darkness inside the Sovereign Core Chamber was not merely the absence of photons.
It was an active, hungry empty pocket that drank heat wave, dissolved sound waves. Then it pulled the surrounding striking force of the universe into an insatiable, bottomless sinkhole.
Twelve thousand miles beneath the mortal crust of the Jiuzhou Continent, the heat didn’t hover at ordinary underground warmth.
It plunged past the freezing point of water, past the sublimation of carbon dioxide, and past the water drops threshold of freezing liquid.
At zero point one five Degrees of star-heat—barely a fraction of a degree above total heat-powered zero—the very concept of heat ceased to function in accordance with mortal nature.
Matter lost its shaking freedom.
Electrons slowed to a near-total crawl within their core shells, freezing the air into a glassy, motionless stillness that felt heavier than lead.
In the surrounding rock strata, the ghostly spirits of ancient First Epoch Great Sages flickered like dying candles.
