There was no time in this place.
No space.
Only pure existence.
Xuán Líng stood at the center of cosmic emptiness, his body no longer bound by form. Around him, the laws of cause and effect revolved like fragile ribbons of light, easily shattered by a single thought.
Before him, the Absolute Entity—something without name, form, or limit—was slowly collapsing.
Not because it was weak.
Not because it was outnumbered.
But because Xuán Líng had transcended the logic of existence itself.
"You have won."
The voice did not come from outside, but from the very structure of reality as it crumbled.
Xuán Líng did not answer.
He merely observed.
This was the final victory.
And also… the greatest mistake.