Ash reached the Martial Saint's universe and stopped at the threshold.
He did not enter.
Instead, the Boundless Origin Martial Soul unfolded around his consciousness like a vast, transparent lens. From that higher vantage point he looked down upon the entire universe as though it were a single living diagram stretched beneath him. Galaxies spun in slow, wounded orbits. Star systems flickered like dying embers. Entire regions of space pulsed with residual violence, the fabric of reality still twitching from recent trauma. He could see everything at once, yet the scale remained overwhelming—too vast for any ordinary mind to hold without fracturing.
Even from above, the difference hit him.
