Chapter 7

Simple four words, like a creator's decree, slammed hard into every viewer's mind!

Trisolaran world.

In the command center, deathly silence.

The Chancellor who had just been speaking eloquently had his thought fluctuations abruptly cut off, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped his throat.

Speed of light?

And with a mortal flesh body, directly transforming form, reaching light speed?

What cosmic joke is this!

The fleet that our Trisolaran civilization takes pride in has a maximum speed of only ten percent of light speed!

This is the limit achieved after countless generations poured their heart and blood into it!

This being named Ultraman, with bare hands producing high-temperature light of hundreds of thousands of degrees, has completely overturned their cognition.

Now, he can even travel at light speed with his flesh body!

This is no longer a question of whether it is scientific or not!

This is theology!

The Leader's thought body surged violently, the surface cracks reappearing.

A strong, uncontrollable sensation of dehydration surged from deep within his thought carrier, more intense than last time.

He felt himself being evaporated.

This is a rare feeling—clearly not in the Chaotic Era, yet he felt his bodily moisture draining away.

Fragments of the life-support device lay scattered on the ground, pale blue liquid soaking the cold metal floor.

The Leader's thought body was reactivated in the backup device, but the data stream constituting his body remained in utter chaos.

Light speed.

A being, with flesh body, reached the universe's speed limit.

This fact, like an invisible heavy hammer, shattered the logical foundation upon which Trisolaran civilization depended for survival.

"Leader..."

A Chancellor's thought fluctuation weakly transmitted, laced with undisguisable fear.

The Leader gave no response.

His thoughts were operating at an unprecedented speed, trying to comprehend this cognition-subverting scene.

Cybertron Star, Iron Fortress.

In Optimus Prime's blue optical lens, data streams refreshed at an unprecedented speed.

Light speed!

This theoretical limit was actually achieved effortlessly by a living being.

"Unbelievable..." His heavy mechanical voice trembled with shock.

"Wow! Optimus Prime big brother!"

Beside him, Bumblebee let out an excited electronic chirp: "If... if our Allspark could also power us to reach light speed, then Megatron and his Decepticons wouldn't stand a chance against us!"

Optimus Prime fell silent.

He was thinking further ahead.

What would be the morality and ideals of a civilization possessing such immense power?

Protection, or conquest?

Divine Realm.

Tang Shan forcibly suppressed a flicker of inner agitation, restoring the haughty expression of a God King on his face.

Facing the pink rabbit nestled beside him, he adopted a posture of pointing out the land, and forcefully explained.

"Hmph, what's so great about light speed?"

"This precisely proves that the so-called M78 Nebula, in its cosmic plane, is of extremely low rank!"

He analyzed with conviction: "Precisely because cosmic rules are imperfect and spatial barriers fragile, such barbaric creatures capable of bare-handed flesh combat can easily touch the threshold of light speed."

"Our Divine Realm must withstand powerful cosmic elemental storms and maintain Divine Realm's stability—can the cosmic law pressure we endure be compared to that of such a lowly world?"

The pink rabbit nodded repeatedly, full of admiration.

"Brother Shan is right! I knew it—Brother Shan, you're still the strongest! Ultraman? Surely just because their world is too trashy!"

Tang Shan listened to the flattery, his heart slightly eased.

Exactly, it must be so.

As a God King in full majesty, how could I possibly lose to a cosmic native?

Super Beast World, the Xuanwu spacecraft.

Huo Linfei stroked his chin, watching the figure on the skyline vanish into a streak of light, and whistled.

"Hey, light-speed flight—this is indeed pretty cool."

Beside him, the slender and handsome Jun pushed him, wearing a stern expression.

"Huo Linfei, don't just focus on showing off! This Ultraman might be stronger than Pluto!"

"Tch." Huo Linfei pursed his lips, "Light speed is fast, but not invincible. Our Xuanwu can directly traverse wormholes—what is this? This is dimensional strike!"

Xuan Yizi watched his two disciples bicker, saying nothing.

His thoughts, however, drifted with the skyline toward the deeper cosmos.

……

A dead silent cosmic space.

An unobservable "existence" is softly humming.

Its song is its work.

Cleaning.

When it detects excessive activity in a coordinate system, it drops a small slip of paper, reducing that coordinate from three dimensions to two, completing the cleaning.

But now, its song has stopped.

The light curtain spanning the myriad heavens and worlds has attracted its attention.

A creature flying at light speed?

The Singer, for the first time, has developed interest beyond its work.

This makes it truly behold this miraculous celestial canopy for the first time.

……

Just as the myriad heavens and worlds are shaken by "light speed".

Jiang Li's lips curl into a smirk.

"Is light speed enough to scare you like this? Don't rush, the real show is still coming."

The celestial screen's image shifts again.

The Ultraman flying at light speed traces a brilliant trajectory through the deep cosmos.

Suddenly!

He comes to a halt.

Not decelerating, but an instant stillness.

Immediately, under the astonished gaze of all civilizations, he extends his hands.

Without any instruments, without any energy precursors.

He simply, toward the void ahead, tears violently!

"Screech—!"

Space, like fragile fabric, is torn open by his bare hands into a pitch-black rift!

Within the rift, five-colored, bizarre spacetime turbulence!

A small, stable wormhole, just... kneaded into existence by him!

After doing all this, the Ultraman pauses not a step, strides into the wormhole, and vanishes.

Earth, the ruins of Red Coast Base.

Ye Wenjie's body trembles violently.

The withered branch in her hand snaps with a "crack" into two pieces.

Tearing space barehanded?

Creating wormholes at will?

This... what immense power!

Her lifelong pursuit.

The lord worshipped as a god by the ETO organization, namely the Trisolarans,

She once thought, this civilization capable of crossing four light-years of stellar sea, was the pinnacle of existence in the universe.

But now...

Can the "god" she believed in do such a thing?

A tremendous sense of absurdity and ice-cold dread instantly floods her heart.

……

The ultimate shock descends upon the Trisolaran fleet.

At the moment the wormhole is torn open barehanded, the entire command center, all thought exchanges, cease entirely.

Time, as if frozen at this moment.

The leader's recently repaired thought body once again teeters on the brink of collapse.

They have exhausted their civilization's strength, spent centuries, barely able to drive the fleet into curvature navigation.

And the other side...

One individual, barehanded opening a wormhole, as simple as opening a door to drink water.

This is no longer a technological gap.

This is the difference between god and mortal!

In this deathly silence.

A science officer administrator, using a near-delirious, trembling thought fluctuation, reports a just-derived, world-shattering conclusion.

"Report... Leader..."

"Based on the final reverse calculation of light, energy models, and... and mass effect..."

"We... we have detected!"

His thought fluctuation stutters due to extreme fear.

"This species called 'Ultraman'... they... they are not flesh and blood!"

"Their bodies are composed of incalculable, pure light particles!"

"They are... light entities!"

This conclusion, like a singularity bomb detonated in the core of every Trisolaran's mind!

Crazy!

Utterly, completely crazy!

A being made of light?

Can it condense into form by will, fly at light speed, whip up light beams, and tear apart space?

This... this how could it be possible!

This defies everything they know!

At the same time, in the most prestigious scientific academy of the Trisolaran civilization.

Number 3056, hailed as the greatest scientist of the Trisolaran civilization, is staring fixedly at the sky canopy.

The development of the sophon, the structure of the water droplet, the fleet's curvature engine...

These dazzling, brilliant technologies were all participated in by it, the culmination of its life's work.

However, at this moment,

Before this colossal being named Ultraman.

All its lifetime pride, all its achievements, in this instant, have turned into a ridiculous joke.

On the surface of its thought-body, spiderweb-like cracks begin to appear.

It constructed the entire edifice of physics for the Trisolaran civilization.

And now, this edifice is beginning to collapse and shatter from the foundations, inch by inch.

It emits a sharp, piercing, reverberating thought-screech that echoes throughout the entire scientific academy—a despairing howl after the utter destruction of faith.

"Physics!"

"Physics no longer exists!"