392: I rule the world, I am the ark.

The moment Lin Fan's finger touched that cluster of throbbing light...

There was no cold, no burning heat.

There was only the illusion of returning to the womb.

His consciousness was not crushed; instead, it was infinitely dissolved, elevated, and diffused.

In an instant, he was no longer that Mortal sitting cross-legged in the secret chamber.

He "saw" it.

He saw every collapsed mine shaft, every piece of metallic wreckage floating in the Void Realm, every speck of dust.

He saw Fatty Zhang, hidden in a gap within the ruins, looking up at the sky with a face full of despair.

He saw Li Hanyue standing with her sword as a crutch, her eyes resolute, preparing for a final struggle.

He saw Zhao Linger leaning against a wall, her eyes filled only with worry, without a hint of fear.

He "saw" the entirety of this Tomb of the Epoch.

No, it wasn't "seeing."

He became this Tomb of the Epoch.

The familiar System panel scrolled frantically within this new, boundless Sea of Consciousness of his.

【Unique Divinity is undergoing Fusion with 'World Origin (Fragmented)'...】

【Fusion Progress: 1%... 10%... 30%...】

【Parsing 'Epoch Ark' core database...】

【Formation structure analysis complete...】

【Rule mysteries analysis complete...】

【Weapon System database loading...】

In his mind, the golden numbers representing his divinity rank had become completely blurred, transforming into a rapidly climbing golden stream of light.

【divinity rank: Lv.5】

【divinity rank: Lv.10】

【divinity rank: Lv.21】

...Meanwhile.

In the endless Void Realm outside, the massive Law Formation composed of thousands of Purification Warships finally completed its final closure.

Hum—

In the entire Star Domain, every sound and every ray of light was forcibly distorted and swallowed at this moment.

Pitch-black rifts, appearing as if from nothingness, manifested out of thin air in every corner of the Tomb of the Epoch.

Those were not spatial cracks.

They were "Strikethroughs."

They were the manifestation of the "Final Purification Protocol," representing the ultimate Law of the concept of "erasure."

A black line swept across a massive floating meteorite.

The meteorite did not explode or turn into dust; it simply vanished from this world abruptly, as if it had never existed.

The surviving Xin Huo Members, and even all living beings hiding here, felt a shudder from the deepest depths of their Souls.

It was a terrifying sensation that their own "existence" was being negated at its very root.

Despair descended once again.

And it was at this moment.

Thump.

A dull yet powerful heartbeat echoed in the depths of everyone's Souls.

Thump— Thump—

The heartbeat grew stronger and clearer, as if originating from the ruins themselves.

A warm, vast will, like an invisible barrier, gently enveloped every survivor.

The icy sensation that was negating their existence was instantly dispelled.

"This... this is..."

Fatty Zhang looked up in shock.

He saw the ground beneath his feet shaking.

No, the entire world was shaking!

Countless meteorite belts floating in the Void Realm, abandoned warship wreckage, and broken continents stretching for tens of thousands of miles... everything seemed to be pulled by an invisible giant hand, beginning to converge toward a central point.

Rock and metal were silently reorganizing.

Under the horrified gaze of the entire Purification fleet.

A field of ruins was standing up.

It was the silhouette of a giant that towered between heaven and earth, pieced together from countless rocks, metals, and broken continents.

It was so colossal that the ten-thousand-meter-class Purification Warships appeared minuscule before it.

Its body was the wreckage of the Tomb of the Epoch; its flesh was the endless dust and meteorites.

A pair of eyes composed of pure golden light slowly opened on its rugged head.

Within those eyes, the entire starry sky was reflected.

'So, this is what it feels like to become a world.'

'My sense of security... seems to have improved a bit.'

Lin Fan's will was now the will of this "Ark Giant."

He raised his hand.

That giant hand, composed of countless mountain ranges and metallic ruins, slowly yet firmly met those black Strikethroughs that were slicing through space and erasing everything.

Sizzle—

The black Strikethroughs touched the giant's arm, emitting a tooth-aching cutting sound.

But this time, they failed to erase the giant's arm like they had sliced through the meteorites.

Countless ancient and obscure runes flowed across the giant's arm; it was the activated defense System of the "Epoch Ark," the final bulwark of the previous world.

The giant slowly clenched its fist, grabbing several black Strikethroughs into its palm.

Creak—

That was not the sound of metal friction.

It was the most primitive collision and struggle between two diametrically opposed supreme Laws.

"Purification" and "Existence."

The giant's fingers suddenly tightened.

Crack!

A crisp sound, like glass shattering, exploded directly in everyone's Souls.

Those black Strikethroughs representing the concept of "erasure" were actually crushed by this pure physical strength mixed with the majestic power of the entire world.

They turned into meaningless energy fragments and dissipated into the Void Realm.

This scene caused the brains of all the Purification fleet commanders to go offline.

Their final protocol, their divine decree, was... crushed by the hand of a giant pieced together from trash?

This exceeded their logical comprehension.

And in the distant, unobservable depths of Chaos.

Upon that eternal Throne of Order.

The Elder, who had been resting with his eyes closed as if nothing could disturb him, suddenly snapped his eyes open.

Within those eyes burned an unprecedented shock and fury.

"Anomaly!"

A low growl containing supreme majesty crossed the distance of time and space, exploding directly above the Tomb of the Epoch.

He did not stand up.

He only slowly raised his right hand, which was composed of pure Law of Order.

The next moment.

In the sky above the Tomb of the Epoch, that patch of chaotic Void Realm was forcibly torn open with a massive gap by an irresistible force.

A giant hand that defied description reached out from the rift.

It was entirely composed of billions of shimmering white Order runes, emitting an ultimate pressure that judged and adjudicated all things.

Its target was unmistakably clear.

It was the head of that rock giant.

The core where Lin Fan's will resided.