The moment Ash finished speaking, he moved, only to immediately feel the weight of the beings restraining him.
The invisible chains that had been cast weren't something he could simply break simply.
After all, these were Ninth Dimensional existences. To clarify, starting at the Ascendent rank, cultivators gain access to up to fifty Layers of reality.
With this, their concepts, talents, or whatever else they wield would be concealed within layers far beyond the reach of a lower existence.
[A/N: The number of layers a person operates on simply depends on their existence. For example, 5D equals 50, 6D equals 60, and so on.]
Even so, such things couldn't define Ash, regardless of whether they outranked him or not.
He was the Origin of all things, the ultimate ever-becoming.
He weaved through the lances the Sable fired from his illusory crucible, each one infused with Erosence and Contradiction. When he dodged, he was attacked—yet somehow not attacked at all.
