Wu Tong did not halt his actions.
The Authority of the Herrscher of the Void over imaginary space was immediately mobilized by him.
The air before him twisted violently, as if torn apart by invisible hands, sending visible ripples through space.
Crack—
With a sound like shattering glass, the void split open, revealing a rift.
This rift connected directly to the omnipresent imaginary space.
Without hesitation, Wu Tong stepped through the spatial tear and into the imaginary realm.
Here, in the boundless expanse of imaginary space—
Countless simulated black holes and spatial rifts raged, voraciously devouring Honkai energy like a cosmic tide.
An endless torrent of Honkai energy, akin to an inverted galaxy, was sucked into these voids, compressed to its limits, and ultimately crystallized.
The moment these Honkai energy crystals formed, they were detected by the AI overseeing the spatial network, then stored away as cultivation resources for Wu Tong's future use.
This awe-inspiring spectacle was the energy-harvesting factory Wu Tong had set up over the past few days.
With the auxiliary cultivation method Infinite Return to Origin, any matter or energy could fuel his growth.
To others, these condensed Honkai energy crystals might be perilous, but to Wu Tong, they were no different from the spirit stones coveted by cultivators.
Moreover, since they were pure energy compressed into crystalline form, devoid of impurities, their quality rivaled even the finest spirit stones in the cultivation world.
No helping it~
This boundless Honkai energy was simply too enticing.
And the Red Wheel Heart Sutra Wu Tong cultivated demanded resources on a scale that could only be described as infinite.
Back in the Douluo World, with the God Realm still unresolved, Wu Tong couldn't yet leave the planet to harvest cosmic resources.
Once he returned, his cultivation speed would inevitably plummet.
If he didn't seize this chance to stockpile resources now, he might not get another opportunity for a long time.
"AI, how many Honkai energy crystals have we collected so far?" Wu Tong asked.
"After six days of uninterrupted refinement, approximately four jing of Honkai energy crystals have been stored. Each crystal is a standardized one-cubic-meter cube."
"That much?!"
Wu Tong's pupils contracted in shock.
Four jing of Honkai energy crystals—
The units of measurement flashed through his mind:
Ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million, hundred million, billion, ten billion, hundred billion, trillion…
And beyond that—jing.
Ten thousand trillion make a zhao, ten thousand zhao make a jing.
In other words, Wu Tong now possessed forty quadrillion units of Honkai energy crystals—each a hyper-compressed cube of pure energy.
A single cubic meter of crystallized Honkai energy, if reverted to its gaseous state, could trigger a major Honkai eruption.
Meaning, if Wu Tong wished, he could unleash forty quadrillion Honkai disasters at will.
"Will there be… consequences for harvesting energy on this scale?"
A sliver of unease crept into Wu Tong's thoughts.
Though the imaginary space held infinite energy, it did have an owner. Taking a little was fine, but this level of plundering—would it anger the higher existence?
Right now, he stood no chance against the Imaginary Tree, a being of multiversal scale. In the hierarchy of their chat group, it was a bona fide Ninth-Step entity—just one realm below the Tenth-Step creator of the group itself.
As anxiety gnawed at him—
Time around him froze.
The flow of space slowed to a crawl.
Wu Tong felt like an insect trapped in hardening amber, utterly immobilized.
Accompanying this temporal stasis was the arrival of an overwhelming, transcendent consciousness.
A gaze swept over him, scrutinizing every fiber of his being, before a golden light shot from that consciousness into his mind.
The light carried a message—written in an alien script yet instinctively understood:
"Don't worry. Take as much as you need. This energy is trivial to me—you've barely scratched the surface. Consider it thanks for the knowledge you've brought."
"Also, if possible… look after my children in the future."
The moment the message ended, the consciousness vanished.
Time resumed.
Wu Tong experimentally flexed his fingers.
He could move again.
Drenched in cold sweat, his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
"So this… is the power of a Ninth-Step being?"
The memory of his helplessness left a shadow in his eyes.
'This feeling… I despise it.'
Shaking his head, he cleared his thoughts and addressed the AI:
"Since the higher existence permits it, we continue."
He had realized—what seemed an astronomical amount to him was less than a grain of sand to a multiversal entity.
Four jing of Honkai crystals sounded immense, yet the total energy of a single bubble universe dwarfed it entirely.
And such bubble worlds were mere discarded scraps on the Imaginary Tree.
His earlier concerns now seemed as absurd as a mayfly pondering the lifespan of the cosmos.
As for why the Imaginary Tree had noticed an ant like him—that wasn't his place to question.
Nor did he want to know.
After all, what could he do even if he understood?
Nothing.
"Heh—seems I've gotten a bit too full of myself lately."
Wu Tong laughed self-deprecatingly.
Ignoring the Honkai crystal factories resuming their work, he sat cross-legged in the void, contemplating how to accelerate his growth.
He bore no resentment toward the Imaginary Tree for its pressure—only toward his own weakness.
Humiliation fuels the will to improve.
Only by growing stronger could he survive in this merciless, endless void.
At this moment, Wu Tong—who had grown complacent—rediscovered the heart of a true warrior.
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