123. The Coffin for the World!
A deep, emotionless voice resonated in the heart of every person. They retained their expressions of shock, but beyond that, they could do nothing. The entire tiline was fixed by a terrifying power. It was as if the power source for a filtered fish tank had suddenly been shut off, causing the circulating water to stop and turn stagnant.
Alex calmly gazed at everything in the 'fish tank' before him. With the help of two hell lords, he had beco an entity that transcended this world. His mind and soul were enveloped in this mont by a terrifying energy. It was precisely because of this that Alex could wield such imnse power to achieve this unprecedented feat!
It was the first ti he observed the world from this perspective. His current level was even higher than the level outside this world. The two separated realities were like two bubbles, emitting various colors and shimring with their own starlight. One was full of hope, while the other was shrouded in dark clouds, like ink.
Alex wanted to reach out and touch the crystalline barrier, but his instinctual wisdom made him retract the idea. Every world was not to be influenced by external factors, and the sa applied to that 'newborn' reality. Recklessly touching the boundary of reality was akin to dipping a finger into a fish tank, allowing microorganisms on his hand to spread in the water unnoticed.
Would such an act be like the worm cocoon, becoming the fuse that pollutes the newly born reality? In silence, Alex cast his gaze beyond reality. There was a void world, endless and without anything visible. No light, no darkness—only 'nothingness.'
In such a scene, even Alex couldn't help but wonder what kind of strange existence would drag this reality towards destruction and despair? What kind of existence would make even observers avoid looking here? When he tore the reality apart, Alex finally had the chance to glimpse at it.
But Alex didn't know that the mont he separated reality, the energy of the demon lord phisto and the ancient one Shuma-Gorath burned out in an instant. Not only that, but the dinsions they controlled were also affected. The magic of the entire hell frontier burned, causing countless weaker demons and the followers of the ancient one to perish in this catastrophe, turning to nothingness.
The burning magic was converted into supre power through the tipad, filling Alex's spirit, allowing his astral projection to envelop the outer reality. Countless dark tendrils crawled up like a bone-attached maggot, impossible to get rid of, following like a shadow. Just a glance would allow it to spread through the sight.
Alex extended his hand, and a layer of erald crystal swiftly appeared, blocking those tendrils from himself. In an instant, Alex's grand and majestic figure swayed under the erald barrier, gradually becoming increasingly blurred, finally transforming into an unfathomable image, like a flickering candle in a watery reflection.
"I will trap you here, with this world you have polluted."
Alex spoke slowly, almost as if muttering to himself. "I can't eliminate you and your traces now, but I will find a way. Until then, stay here."
The black tendrils struggled more intensely, continuously battering and striking the barrier blocking the tiline, trying to find a breach. The black cocoon, which absorbed light, had now beco an unidentifiable entity. Countless hair-like tendrils erged, surging forward, clawing wildly at the erald barrier.
The tendrils that first touched the barrier sizzled and disintegrated into black smoke, but this didn't stop its advance. More tendrils erged, accompanied by a mournful, wailing scream. The enormous noise roared, echoing through the world. It was a completely incomprehensible language, only to be judged as horrific by the sound alone. It was like a nightmare's murmur or a soul's final dirge before obliteration.
This cacophony could drive any intelligent being mad, shattering rationality and filling the mind with other things, transforming it into a chaotic, illogical monstrosity. The sound ca from afar, impossible to discern its origin. It felt like it ca from the wilderness, another dinsion, or even behind you. It was born at the world's center, the origin of the tiline, behind all reality.
Alex knew that at this mont, the worm cocoon had completely polluted this tiline, but it wasn't giving up. It was angry, roaring, trying its hardest to let its voice be 'heard' by other multiverses. It was attempting to pollute other universes.
"Great idea, but you can't do it anymore. You dragged this world into an endless abyss and tried to cover the main universe with a new reality. But you also trapped yourself on this island. Your voice—no one will hear it."
Alex gently lifted a veil, covering the reality enveloped by erald crystal as if closing the lid on a decaying coffin. "A sound no one hears is no sound at all."
After doing all this, Alex raised his head, looking at the rising tiline following its original path. It caught up with the dinsions it had left behind. The hell frontier returned to its side, surrounded by one magical world after another, everything appearing so peaceful.
Alex knew that 'that' world was safe. He had saved a world, but at the sa ti, he had destroyed a world. But regardless of which world, there was no longer a place for him now.
After a mont of silence, Alex put away his black umbrella and muttered, "It's ti for us to go, Kara, Pietro."
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