366: An invitation you can't refuse.

The dead silence of the desolate Star Domain was completely torn apart by an unprecedented grand pursuit.

A wretched streak of light was frantically weaving through the asteroid belt by warping space.

"Lin Fan" within the streak of light had a face as pale as paper, his aura extremely disordered. The deep scar on his Divine Soul's Origin made him look like a piece of porcelain that could shatter at any moment.

Behind him was the fury of the entire Tian Yuan Realm Star Domain.

The [Lesser Myriad Dao Reincarnation Array], personally activated by Li Hanyue, transformed into a heavenly net of Laws covering several star Systems.

Billions of rainbow-colored divine chains, like hungry Dragons, pierced through the Void Realm. They pursued relentlessly with a terrifying will to crush him completely and erase him from the level of Karma.

With every divine chain that swept past, a Star Domain was ground to dust by the destructive aura attached to it.

Planets disintegrated, and stars were extinguished.

This grand pursuit staged by his "own people" was so immense in scale that it would strike fear into any True Immortal spying on the area.

Deep within the Command Hall, the real Lin Fan leaned lazily against his seat. Through the Formation's core, he watched his Clone's "desperate flight" with great interest.

He could clearly perceive several extremely obscured gazes greedily locked onto the "self" being pursued at the edge of that chaotic battlefield.

The fish have already gathered.

Right at this moment.

A sudden change occurred.

In the empty dark Void Realm that "Lin Fan" was about to flee into, the spatial structure underwent a bizarre distortion without warning.

It wasn't tearing, nor was it folding.

It was a kind of... Dimensional Reduction.

As if a flat piece of drawing paper was being pinched at a single point by an invisible giant hand from a higher dimension and then folded inward.

The pursuing divine chains of Law, upon touching that distorted region, actually seemed to hit an invisible wall, sliding off to both sides, unable to advance another inch.

It's here.

Lin Fan's eyelids lifted slightly, and the curve of his lips deepened.

That "Lin Fan" Clone, fleeing for his life, seemed completely unaware of the anomaly ahead.

He plunged headfirst into the dimensionally reduced area.

Buzz—

Time seemed to have its pause button pressed at this moment.

There was no earth-shattering eruption of energy, nor any brilliant phenomenon of Law manifestation.

The moment the "Lin Fan" Clone entered that area, countless gray threads, finer than spider silk and nearly transparent, emerged around him.

These threads were neither matter nor Law.

They emerged directly from the conceptual level of "existence," ignoring all of the Clone's protective divine light and Physical Body defenses, winding directly toward his Divine Soul's Origin.

The panic and weakness on the Clone's face turned into real, unmaskable fear at this moment.

He couldn't keep acting anymore.

Or rather, the enemy's methods exceeded the scope of his rehearsal.

He felt himself being "dragged."

It wasn't his body being dragged, but the concept of "Lin Fan" itself being forcibly stripped from the reality of this Universe by these gray threads.

This was an irresistible, incomprehensible power.

"Get... away from me!"

The Clone let out an unwilling roar as the remaining power in his body erupted, attempting to break free from the shackles of these gray threads.

However, his resistance was as futile as a person in a painting trying to break free from the paper.

Inside the Command Hall.

The smile on Lin Fan's face slowly faded.

On the System panel within his Sea of Consciousness, his [existence value] began to fluctuate violently and abnormally.

[existence value: 77.999%]

[existence value: 77.990%]

[existence value: 77.981%]

...Although the consumption was extremely slight, this continuous, unstoppable loss made Lin Fan feel a bit troubled for the first time.

This organization called the "Anomaly Elimination Alliance" possessed "technology" that was even more bizarre than he had imagined.

This was no longer within the realm of cultivation.

This was directly manipulating the underlying code of the Universe.

"Stabilize."

Lin Fan issued a command in his mind.

[existence value: 77.500%]

Nearly 0.5% of his existence value was instantly consumed, turning into an invisible stabilizing force that was injected into the Clone that was about to be completely dragged away.

The Clone's figure, which had begun to turn blurry and illusory, solidified again for a brief moment.

And in that precious moment.

The "Lin Fan" Clone made his final "struggle."

He whipped his head back, casting a venomous glance at the heavenly net of Laws blocked outside, and then at the bizarre Void Realm trapping him.

A trace of extreme madness and resolve flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand, condensing the last of his strength into a beam of destructive light that seemed intended for mutual destruction. It wasn't aimed at the pursuing Tian Yuan Realm, nor at the invisible gray threads.

Instead... it was fired toward a massive and magnificent Golden Planet he had personally created in a distant Star Domain.

In the eyes of those hidden observers, this attack was merely the final, unwilling bark of a defeated dog.

It was meaningless, a pure venting of emotion.

They didn't even bother to stop it.

In the next moment.

Countless gray threads suddenly tightened.

"No—"

The Clone let out a roar filled with despair and resentment.

His voice stopped abruptly.

All the gray threads, along with the "Lin Fan" Clone they bound, collapsed inward in an instant, finally condensing into a fist-sized, lusterless black cube that seemed to devour all light and perception.

Cage of Karma.

It floated quietly in the Void Realm, like a stone that had existed since time immemorial.

The violent pursuit Formation of the Tian Yuan Realm also slowly settled down the moment it lost its target.

The entire desolate Star Domain returned to a deathly silence once more.

Inside the Command Hall.

Li Hanyue stared fixedly at the star map before her.

The point of light representing Lin Fan had completely and utterly vanished from the star map at that moment.

As if he had never existed.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, uncontrollably.

Although she knew this was part of the plan, the sense of loneliness from being completely cut off from all connection still made her heart palpitate.

At the same time.

In that real Void Realm.

The surface of that Golden Planet was lightly grazed by the Clone's final "attack."

No trace was left behind.

Only a wisp of gray aura, more insignificant than dust and deliberately guided from the "Cage of Karma," silently clung to the surface of the Golden Planet before quickly disappearing.

Having done all this, the black cube shuddered slightly.

Ignoring space and distance, it instantly vanished from the spot, dragged toward the deepest part of the Universe, that unknown location called the "Tomb of the Epoch."

Inside the cage.

There was absolute darkness and absolute nothingness.

No time passed.

No perception of space.

Even the concept of "thinking" was suppressed to the minimum.

Lin Fan's Clone, or rather that clump of imprisoned "existence," was sealed here.

Completely isolated from everything in the outside world.

He was packed into an "invitation" that could not be refused and was being sent to a terrifying place that even the System had warned could completely "format" him.