292: The system is offline, and the concept is obliterated!

Nothingness descended.

This was not a wash of energy, nor was it the strangulation of Laws.

It was a "state."

An ultimate state that rewrote "existence" into "non-existence."

Lin Fan's Overlord Divine Body, which had just finished its transformation and shimmered with a dark gold luster, did not shatter or decompose.

It simply... disappeared.

Like an illusory figure being carefully erased bit by bit from a scroll by an artist with the finest brushstrokes.

First the skin, then the flesh, then the bones covered in divine runes.

Silent and soundless.

As if they had never existed from the very beginning.

Lin Fan could not feel any pain.

This was more terrifying than pain itself.

His Divine Soul—that powerful Divine Soul that had just ascended to the Body Integration Stage and was capable of roaming the sea of stars—also began to dissolve into homogeneity under the shroud of this "nothingness."

A memory surfaced in his mind.

Qingyun Sect, that small sect with beautiful scenery; a gentle young girl named Zhao Linger was looking at him in the Alchemy Room with curiosity and a hint of worry.

In the next instant.

The girl's face blurred.

The name "Zhao Linger" turned into a series of meaningless syllables.

Immediately after, the outline of the Alchemy Room began to fade, and the concept of the Qingyun Sect disintegrated along with it.

No, it wasn't that he had forgotten.

Rather, this "past" was being completely extracted and deleted from his life's trajectory.

The Foundation of his existence was being hollowed out.

He thought of Fatty Zhang's comical face, Li Hanyue's cold sword light, and Su Meier's Soul-stirring eyes... every image and every figure turned into meaningless ash the moment he "remembered" them.

His relationships, his loves and hates, and everything he had experienced were being completely severed from the level of Karma.

He was becoming... a blank person.

A pure "isolated point" with no past, no present, and no future.

[System...]

In the deepest part of his consciousness, Lin Fan let out a final, silent call.

There was no response.

Only a dead silence.

The System that had accompanied him through his Transmigration and allowed him to dance repeatedly on the edge of a blade had, for the first time, completely lost contact.

That sharp warning, accompanied by static noise, became its final swan song.

[Warning! Under this death mode, the resurrection success rate is... lower than 0.0001%!]

[The underlying rules of the System are experiencing unknown interference... Entering forced hibernation soon...]

It turned out that even the System was not omnipotent.

It turned out that there really was a power capable of killing him.

It turned out that this time... he had truly overplayed his hand.

An unprecedented, bone-chilling despair, like an invisible hand, gripped the last wisp of his consciousness that was about to dissipate.

He felt it.

He felt that, in a space-time too distant to measure, the most secretive resurrection anchor he had set—the Soul brand he had hidden in an absolute safe zone—was also beginning to become illusory.

The power of "eternal nihility" even traced back to the source of Karma, intending to erase every trace he had left in this world!

This was a true, irreversible, eternal death.

His consciousness began to sink.

Light, darkness, thought, perception... everything was drifting away from him.

He was about to return to that absolute "nothingness" where there was nothing at all.

At the very moment his last shred of "self" was about to be extinguished and merge with the "nothingness."

Deep within his illusory "System Space," which was also being erased, something he had long since forgotten in a corner suddenly flickered with light.

It was a card.

A grey card that looked ordinary, even somewhat crude.

[Parallel Spacetime Death Experience Card (One-time consumable)]

This was a reward the System had given him during one of his early death-defying stunts—a reward that could be called "trash." Because it was useless, it had been left to gather dust in a corner.

However, at this moment.

Amidst this "eternal nihility" that could suppress even the System itself and erase everything on a conceptual level.

This card burst forth with a faint but incredibly resilient glimmer of light that did not belong to this Universe.

That light did not resist the "nothingness."

It simply and gently enveloped Lin Fan's last spark of true spirit, which was more fragile than a candle flame in the wind.

*Crack.*

The card shattered.

An extremely gentle, incomprehensible pulling force instantly acted upon Lin Fan's true spirit.

It wasn't a tug.

It was more like... an "invitation."

In the next second.

That suffocating power of erasure, enough to crush the Universe, suddenly vanished.

Lin Fan's consciousness was forcibly... extracted... from that "eternal nihility," from that reality Universe that was being deleted... There was no concept of time passing.

Nor was there any perception of the existence of space.

When Lin Fan's consciousness "coalesced" once more, he found himself in an indescribable place.

Pure white.

As far as the eye could see, there was endless pure white.

No up or down, no four directions, no near or far.

It was as if it were an absolute "Place of Origin" where all Laws, all matter, and all concepts had been stripped away.

Where was his body?

Gone.

Where was his Divine Soul?

Also gone.

Now, he was merely a segment of "consciousness," an "observation point," floating within this eternal pure white.

Was he still alive?

No... this was a state more peculiar than being "alive" or "dead."

Just as he was "looking around" in confusion.

At the end of this pure white, a massive "shadow" that could not be described by any words slowly emerged.

It was not a three-dimensional creature.

It was more like... a magnificent silhouette projected here, spanning countless universal dimensions.

Lin Fan could not see its specific appearance clearly.

The mere blurred outline contained the birth of stars, the movement of galaxies, and the life and death of Universes.

He saw countless points of light flickering on the outline of the silhouette's "arms"; each point of light seemed to be a complete world heading toward its end.

He even saw that the cultivation Universe he had just been in, the Divine Silence Ruins, was merely a speck of insignificant dust on this silhouette.

Was this... the true form... of that ancient existence?

Lin Fan's consciousness fell into an unprecedented state of massive shock.

At that very moment.

That unimaginably magnificent silhouette seemed to "perceive" the existence of his tiny observation point.

The silhouette slowly "lowered" its head.