Dimensional Descent

2168 Two Sons.

The shock of this matter wouldn't truly settle in until much later. It was simply far too unfathomable, and worse than that, it was almost impossible for news to spread from Domain to Domain. While the Cloud Race had infiltrated the humans, this was a very rare instance of taking advantage of a very unique talent.

However, there was one matter that couldn't be hidden, a matter so shocking that it wasn't a mere simulation that would be astonished, but rather the entirety of the Cataclysm Zone. Or, more accurately… The Vast Bubble.

The location was deep within the Vast Bubble, a region where only powerhouses could hope to step foot. The deeper one was, the more powerful the demonic attacks one would face would be. These sorts of places were rife with resources, but there was only a collection of a very few that would dare to step into this territory.

This place was one where the Four Great Families thrived, the Brazinger family, the Laevis family, the Adurna family, and the Crudus family.

Soon after vanishing, it was this location that Imperatress Anselma and the others returned to. This was the place they called home. But what they didn't expect was that the phenomena of golden blood filling the skies that had taken hold of the Human Domain and the Void Battlefield, would be even more exaggerated in this location, so much so that even they, who were quickly replenishing their strength as Ninth Dimensional existences, suddenly felt far too suffocated to breathe.

Their expressions changed one after another because they knew exactly what this sort of thing meant, but they couldn't bring themselves to believe it. It was unfathomable to them, something that they were entirely unwilling to accept… It was a True Death.

other Ninth Dimensional existence. But even then, a Ninth Dimensional existence was extremely difficult to kill, so much so that they had to be classified in terms

time, it was possible for a Ninth Dimensional existence to regain their life slowly, even though their consciousness was indeed dead, or rather, in this case,

when that line was crossed, and there was no return at all, it would become a True Death, a death whereupon there would be no coming back, no slow retrieval process, no

The strength of such an existence was truly unfathomable, especially when they reached a certain level that

ways to kill an existence like this and force them into a True Death, and both of those ways should have only been related to a single existence… A Regulator. Either such an existence had to offend a Regulator in some

of such an existence was a great boon. It

that wanted to be in control of everything,

of the Human Race had just died, and not long ago, the final seal on the barrier had shattered. The Vast Bubble was on its

be such a coincidence in this world. There was no doubt that this person was King, the strongest expert of the Vast Bubble, an existence unfathomable to them and the only reason they would lower themselves to enter that small

Dream Pavilion, a bestower of abilities, a man even

the spear strike. They had seen the blood. They had heard the cry of pain

imprinted into their hearts that they never once considered the idea that he might die, at the very worst an extremity of his was injured

from

killed by a single spear stroke, one stroke of the blade, a single chance in an infinitesimally small window of opportunity… all at