Chapter 447

The supermassive black hole at the center of the Milky Way possesses a mass four million three hundred thousand times that of the Sun.

Its Schwarzschild radius reaches twelve million kilometers, its diameter approximately twenty-four million kilometers, roughly one-fifth the radius of Mercury's orbit.

Simply put——

If this black hole were placed at the Sun's position, its event horizon would only extend to the inner side of Mercury's orbit.

Yet its gravity would still dominate the motion of stars at the center of the entire Milky Way.

Viewed from the perspective of Mystery, this dark celestial body is undoubtedly the absolute Soul of the Milky Way, symbolizing endless Mors Strength and the Unknown.

And considered from the dimension of physics, it likewise occupies an irreplaceable core position.

Therefore, no matter from which level one discusses it, this supermassive black hole as the absolute core of the Milky Way, its symbolic Meaning and value of Existence are difficult to shake.

Since one is to open a Dojo……

Since one is to use the Galaxy as a Foundation to open a Dojo……

Then no matter how the Dojo expands outward, no matter how its power radiates to distant light-years beyond, covering however vast and boundless Star Domains——

Within the framework of Logic and common sense, this starry sky belonging to the Milky Way will undoubtedly always occupy the core position.

So to speak, naturally there is no Place more suitable than the Galactic Center black hole to serve as the Ritual site, used to establish the Foundation of the Dojo.

Here, the laws of the Universe and the mysteries of Mystery will converge and Fuse, jointly shaping an unprecedented Sacred domain.

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As the distance to the black hole continuously shrinks, Spacetime distortion has climbed to a critical state.

Every Planck scale is Filled with violent curvature Fluctuations; even the photons of background Radiation are distorted into ring-shaped light arcs.

The Phenomena in the Surroundings also begin to become increasingly Bizarre and strange, as if Time has lost its Meaning here, Space distorted into indescribable Shapes, carrying an Inexpressible terror and Oppressive Atmosphere.

This ultimate celestial body that devours everything is using power beyond Mortal understanding to distort the laws of Reality, weaving the Destiny of returning all things to zero into a gravitational abyss encircling itself.

——Although the black hole is not a "hole" in the true sense.

——It is merely that its name easily misleads one into taking it literally.

It is one of the most Extreme celestial bodies in the Universe; its name is merely a superficial generalization by Human language for Unknown Phenomena; compared to other celestial bodies, it appears far too special.

Everything is an illusion created by Gravity.

The black hole's immense Gravity creates a "horizon range," which is why it resembles a bottomless abyss, attracting everything around into it.

Within this range, Spacetime is curved so severely that any power attempting to Escape is ruthlessly devoured.

Inside the event horizon, physical laws seem to be completely overturned; the time dilation effect becomes Extreme and Incredible.

To the extent that from the perspective of an external Observer, any object entering the black hole seems forever frozen at that boundary.

Time seems Stagnant, Space infinitely Extended.

Like an Eternal scroll, freezing that moment of silence and Despair.

Only——

The Nascent Soul Cultivator at this moment, however, has overturned this established Phenomenon.

He strides toward the End of the black hole, stepping deeper step by step, without the slightest Stopping.

And his figure did not stay on the event horizon, but truly advanced with his unceasing steps, Walking Into the depths of that forbidden zone like a Universe graveyard.

That singularity that devours all things, at this moment seems to have conversely Encountered a Paradox Phenomenon difficult to Explain.

The entire event horizon begins to ripple with a tremor on the verge of disintegration.

And it grows increasingly intense, as if to tear the entire black hole apart.

Fortunately, it gradually still trends toward Stability, finally calming down.

Quietly, no longer any abnormality.

As if everything ends just here.

Daring to challenge the forbidden zone of the Universe graveyard——

Even powerful Qi Refining practitioners who can traverse the star seas would silently meet Annihilation.

Because this kind of high-density, high-mass dark celestial body can inherently crush everything, bury all Existence; any life or matter appears so Tiny and Fragile here.

However……

Beneath this seemingly calm appearance, perhaps the Time inside and outside is completely Inconsistent.

Like two rivers that never intersect, for the Outside World it is merely a brief few days of passing light, but inside the black hole who knows how long a Time has been experienced.

On this day, a crisp sound of Spacetime structure cracking comes from the depths of the singularity.

The Next Moment——

As if the entire Star Domain was seized by some indescribable power, falling into a near-Eternity of Absolute Stagnation.

Time solidifies at this moment, all things silent and soundless; only in that Absolute silence faintly reveals the sign of a Great Will Awakening.

The quantum Vacuum boils violently in dimensional collapse, churning ceaselessly like boiling water.

Thirty-six streams of Qi, undifferentiated between clear and turbid, gush forth from that Absolute Darkness, layer upon layer, as if coming from ancient Heaven and Earth, illuminating the entire Star Domain.

In this Star Domain of Absolute Stagnation, everything appears so Unreal, yet so Truly real.

Simultaneously.

In the Unfathomable depths of the Galactic Center black hole, Immortal eyes suddenly open, like stars sleeping for ten thousand ages suddenly bursting forth with dazzling radiance——

The instant He blinks His eyelids, boundless light explodes splashing from the gaps of His lashes!

That is light of who knows how many hundreds of millions of light-years!

——A rumbling Vibration transmits from the Void.

——It is a shriek like a Chaoxing Bao Fa, as if countless Stars are in Resonance.

——The massive spiral arms of the spiral Galaxy begin to rotate in Reverse, as if plucked by a Formless giant hand, displaying the most Bizarre scene in the Universe.

In this starry sky, even the observable speed-of-light constant suddenly exhibited an extremely minute decay, as if the laws of the universe had undergone a subtle change at this moment, everything becoming that incredible.

The radiance pouring forth between the opening and closing of eyelashes seemed to penetrate the nothingness of countless light-years; wherever it reached, nebulae melted and reorganized like wax.

Amidst the flowing, flickering light, the Milky Way's remaining spiral arms collapsed, regressing into primordial nebular matter, as if gathering history back to the primordial state of the Big Bang's early period.

Everything returned anew to chaos and nothingness.

And not just the Milky Way.

Also the countless stars and star domains beyond the Milky Way.

They, some bright some dim, some hidden some manifest, struggled in the void, attempting to break free from some indescribable bondage.

However, under the gaze of those eyes reflecting creation and ending, all efforts appeared that pale and powerless.

In those eyes, it seemed there existed the power to devour all phenomena, to reverse heaven and earth.

The star river reflected within rotated in reverse at a near-manic speed; the trajectories of stars were ruthlessly pulled, dragging tails of light back into the darkness before birth.

This was an unprecedented cosmic spectacle, and also a shocking visual feast.

Everything was reversing.

Everything was tracing back.

Time flowed backward here, space was ruthlessly compressed, matter and energy, these elements constituting the universe's foundation, all converged toward a single mass point.

Speed surpassing the scale of light-years, like a runaway train, sliding toward the unknown abyss.

All order, all forms, all existence, gradually dissolved in this great and terrifying process, until returning to nothingness.

Stars lost their light, galaxies gradually blurred until disappearing. Black holes devoured everything around them, even light unable to escape. At this moment, it seemed the entire universe was being dragged back to some origin point, all existence returning to zero anew.

In that spacetime vortex where the boundary between chaos and order blurred, where meaning was utterly lost, earth water wind fire churned and contracted, even the energy tides fluctuating within the vacuum quietly dimmed, finally annihilating with a boom into the formless.

The boiling dark energy ocean fell silent, shattered galaxy wreckage scattered, spacetime's curvature distortion vanished...

The four great flowing cycles stagnated at this moment; all formed and formless phenomena of the ten thousand things disintegrated, the ten thousand things returning to empty nothingness.

Everything, all of it, was zeroed, traced back into the vacuum of nothingness, becoming the yet-unborn concept — Qi.

— The earth was void and chaos, the abyss face dark.

— In this emptiness, only His existence was eternal.

The universe prototype resting in His palm rotated gently, like the Egg of Creation re-refining earth water fire wind, and also that mass point concentrating all matter, energy, and information.

"Obtained —"

He spoke softly.

Different from the usual times, when He deliberately maintained a human appearance.

At this moment, He revealed His own essence, already transformed to the high and unfathomable; though dim and dark, it also seemed chaotic and inexplicable.

Yet one could still make out that it was a figure.

Blurry yet vivid, as if poised between illusion and reality.

Its outline: head wearing the round heaven, feet treading the square earth, crowned with the Nine Qi, knotted into garments... as if traversing reality's veil, slowly walking out from the boundless dark obscurity.

Just like a destiny.

Also like a reincarnation.

This feeling is truly indescribable; the instant and eternity seemed to overlap at this moment.

Xia Zhi also couldn't help recalling when he first stepped onto this immortal Dao cultivation path, using the domain constructed by the Great Holy Grail to visualize his own image, summoning the "self's" arrival.

The image projected at that time was the image within His visualization.

Or rather, it was the essential meaning the spirituality revealed in the dark unknown.

Hard to say whether from that moment on, He intentionally or unintentionally slowly leaned toward this direction... or perhaps the existence karma achieved now or in the future influenced the past spirituality.

Laughing inexplicably in a low voice, He reached out and gently brushed the cloud crown atop His head.

In a single instant —

It was as if a clear light suddenly penetrated the bones at the crown of the head, three streams of treasure light surged up.

Entwining with each other in an infinitely gorgeous and majestic posture, reaching the utmost sublimation.

At the tips of the treasure light, three-flower phantoms gradually appeared; each petal seemed to be slowly blooming, a blurry Dao shadow emerging at the center, sprinkling dots of clear radiance.

Simultaneously.

The Five-Colored Divine Light, vast and magnificent, emerged from behind Him, divided by the Five Colors — azure, yellow, crimson, black, white — distinct and clear, circulating endlessly.

Towering and sacred, grand and noble.

Three Flowers Gather Atop, Five Qi Converge At The Origin!

Setting Him off like an ancient Divine Being born before heaven and earth, supreme virtue supreme subtlety, transcendent entering sagehood.

"It has begun."

He spoke calmly.

The instant the words fell, at His left and right sides, two vastly different figures manifested respectively.

On the left, a single-eyed fair-skinned girl, as if walking out from the Void Point, her pitiable appearance exceptionally calm.

She merely casually scanned a glance at the front, this empty expanse where nothing existed, then glanced at the Daoist beside her.

Then, without a word, she raised high the Spear of the God of Gods in her hand.

After being thrown, it would gnaw through the barriers between phases, able to transform into a vicious vortex like sharp glass shards; the world would perish in the literal sense.

Although it still wasn't the Main Body.

The upper limit of power and scale depended on the support of the person beside her.

But it didn't matter...

She could still perform a final cleanup of this emptiness, shatter and blow it away, beat it into "pitch-black nothingness where even possibilities have vanished".

Only thus could she maximally isolate this world's principles, clear out a base for placing the "New World".

Sever ties with Mors Original's universe as much as possible, so that the new World can be born in this void.

This is the key to Avoidance of having one's fate Pruned by the Universe Law.

(Chapter End)