Ethan knew that from this moment onward, his path would no longer be smooth.
The negative plane of existence felt strange to him. Not fragmented. Not layered. Not chaotic.
It felt like a single, boundless world.
An infinite domain whose very purpose seemed singular and absolute.
Opposition.
As if this plane did not exist to grow, evolve, or explore meaning, but solely to stand against the positive plane of existence. As if all laws, beings, and structures here had been forged for one reason alone, to counterbalance, to negate, to resist.
Nothing else mattered.
And that unsettled him.
Right now, his evolution was incomplete.
His golden cells were still undergoing transformation, restructuring themselves at a level that transcended conventional cultivation. He could feel it clearly. If interrupted now, the consequences would be severe.
Yet his strength had already crossed into a terrifying realm.
The realm of Eternal Sovereigns.
