Chapter 527: Hard‑Pressed Spacetime Turbulence, the Five‑Thousand‑Year Heritage Unbroken

The icy countdown, like the footsteps of the grim reaper, steps on the tip of everyone's heart.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the void.

This… this really is science?

Gua Xiling was so nervous her antennae were all knotted, her palms slick with cold sweat.

To her, it was like strapping a million safes together and detonating them—except for the bang, it made no logical sense at all.

Science?

The Lord of End glanced at her, his blazing eyes fixed on the floating Sword of Civilization, his tone filled with unprecedented certainty, even a hint of fervor.

To these madmen, logic is merely a hammer in their hands, not an idol to worship.

After living for hundreds of millions of years, he felt for the first time that all his previous posturing had been for nothing.

What is a pattern?

This is what a pattern is!

Three!

Two!

One!

Detonate!

With Academician Qian Yin's command, that scarlet button was slammed down hard!

There was no deafening roar.

No blinding light to sting a dog's eyes.

At that instant, a Klein bottle formed by 1.3 million rule beacons vanished into thin air.

Or, more precisely, it was the immense, almost perverse rule‑repelling force inside them, stacked to the extreme!

Imagine,

On a point smaller than a needle tip, 1.3 million 'no entry' seals were simultaneously affixed.

Each seal represented the supreme rule of the universe.

When they were stacked together, quantitative change triggered qualitative change.

That point was kicked out by the universe.

It was forcibly erased from the concept of existence.

Thus,

An absolutely pure 'void' was born.

Not a vacuum,

but a state where even 'nothing' does not exist—a logic black hole!

It's like forcibly inserting an unparseable garbled code into the precise cosmic program.

The universe's underlying logic collapsed!

To fix this massive bug, the universe instinctively began frantically filling that point with matter, energy, time, space...

But that point is absolutely repellent!

It rejects everything!

On one side is the universe's forced filling; on the other, the beacons' absolute 'get lost'.

The two supreme forces go crazy pummeling each other at that point.

Rip—!

A crackling sound like cloth tearing ripped open deep in everyone's souls.

That void, like a punctured balloon, suddenly collapsed inward and then exploded outward!

What burst out was not fire, but spatial shards!

A void with flickering strange arcs at its edge and deep, pitch‑black darkness was thus blasted into existence!

Unlike a black hole that greedily devours, its interior is a chaotic, shattered kaleidoscope.

This is a wound.

A blood‑soaked crater hammered out of the universe by the Yanhuang Civilization with a shield!

It… it's done!

Qian Yin watched the frantic numbers jumping on the screen, yet her eyes sparkled with wild joy.

Dimensional space has been pierced! The physical barrier of rules shattered!

We… we really used a shield to forge a spear that blasts open the universe!

【Temporary wormhole generated.】

【Passage stability: 17% (extremely dangerous).】

【Duration: 3 minutes 14 seconds.】

【Warning: The interior is filled with intense spatial turbulence and temporal fractures; abandonment is advised.】

The alarm of the Opening Heaven System sounded cold and rational.

Only three minutes.

Moreover, the conditions are extremely poor, basically a one‑way road to hell.

Enough.

From within the Sword of Civilization came Qin Hao's grand and calm voice.

Without any wasted words, the moment the wormhole formed, this great sword bearing hundreds of millions of souls turned into a stream of light,

and plunged headfirst into that ferocious wound!

"Really went in?!"

【62> Wa Xi Ling cried out in shock.

Wo Xi Ling cried out in shock.

Everyone held their breath, watching the sword that represented everything of Yanhuang Civilization vanish into the chaotic void.

A bet on the civilization's fortune.

Loss means never recovering from myriad calamities.

Winning brings vast sea and sky.

……

Inside the concept wormhole.

Qin Hao and the countless Yanhuang people's experience was ten thousand times more thrilling than riding a roller coaster.

Just as they rushed in, a terrifying force that would tear their souls apart pressed down.

That wasn't a physical attack—it was a cut from spacetime disorder!

Qin Hao felt his left hand still dazed from the previous second, while his right hand had already moved to the next second to swing the sword.

On the sword blade,

Those rule patterns condensed from history were being frenetically scoured by the chaotic temporal fault.

For a moment, the sword blade seemed to rust—that was the corrosion of ages.

The next instant, the sword blade shone bright as new—that was the reforging of the future.

"Hold steady! Don't panic!"

Qin Hao's will was like the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle, lodged in the sword's core.

"Open Heaven! Bring out our genealogy!"

"Activate the Historical Continuity Protection Agreement! Five thousand years of heritage have never been broken—this temporal turbulence is nothing!"

【Received.】

Hum—!

The sword blade shuddered violently, and a vast, magnificent scroll unfurled.

The resolve of Yu the Great in taming the floods, the beacon smoke of the Great Wall, the tail flame of interstellar voyage……

These memories forged the toughest concept armor, outright resisting the scouring of time!

No matter how chaotic time outside becomes,

Inside the sword blade, the ever‑rising Yanhuang timeline remains!

"Qin Wu! Qin Si! If the road ahead isn't level, old man, I'll flatten it!"

"Received!"

At the sword tip,

Two forces exploded!

Qin Wu's absolute order turned into a golden bulldozer, crushing and flattening all the chaotic spatial debris ahead;

Qin Si's absolute logic turned into silver programming code, directly rewriting the roadblocks into acceleration strips!

In the coordination of these three as one,

The Sword of Civilization was like an armored train racing through a storm, and on this deadly road it managed to drift out a path of survival!

Speed became so great that concepts blurred.

It felt like an instant had passed, yet also like eons had elapsed.

【Warning! Arrival at the exit!】

【Front‑line high‑energy warning! Detected an ultra‑high‑density rule bulwark!】

The Open Heaven alarm sounded again.

Qin Hao snapped his eyes open, looking through the sword tip to the wormhole's end.

There was no longer darkness.

But a gray sea of light filled with decay, death‑like stillness, resembling the twilight of apocalypse.

At the entrance of the light sea,

Loomed a towering figure so vast it took one's breath away.

It was built from countless shattered stars, the remnants of civilizations, and solidified corpses of rules.

Like a monument, and also like a grave‑keeper who has lain silent for billions of ages.

When it "saw" the Sword of Civilization charging out,

In its hollow eye sockets,

Two clusters of ghostly blue flame ignited, the gaze of the Death that embodies absolute zero.

An ancient, emotionless will swept over, detonating directly in everyone's minds:

【Intruder……halt.】

【Ahead……the gods……place of rest.】

When that will swept over the Sword of Civilization, Qin Hao and all the Yanhuang people simultaneously felt a bone‑deep chill.

It was not a chill of temperature,

but a draining of life's vitality, tending toward absolute stillness.

"What the hell is this?"

Inside the sword blade,

Qin Wu's will emitted waves of uncertain astonishment.

He felt that his proud concept of order, before the opponent, actually showed a tendency to be frozen.