The moment Fang Yuan stabilized his 2nd Star: Pulsar frequency, the reality inside the hollowed moon didn't just vibrate—it thinned. The sheer density of the Celestial Iron fused with his soul acted as a gravitational needle, piercing through the 3rd Dimension and into the untamed currents of the Multiverse.
A jagged, silver rift tore open above the cooling Forge-Star. It wasn't the dark, chaotic rift of the Abyss, but a geometric, crystalline fracture.
Through the crack, the scenery didn't show stars or nebulae. It showed a vast, golden ocean where the laws of physics were written in flowing liquid light. And in that ocean, a single, titanic eye—larger than a solar system—turned its gaze toward the rift.
The presence was overwhelming. It was a Rank 4: Dimension Walker entity.
Fang Yuan felt his new Pulsar-shell groan under the weight of that single look. To a Rank 4 being, a Galactic Overlord was nothing more than a curious insect in a jar.
«...A spark of Null-Logic in the lower strata...» a voice echoed, cold and harmonic, vibrating not in his mind, but in the very atoms of his body. «...You have touched the veil, little Weaver. But your soul is still bound by the gravity of a single world. Do not look too deep, or the gold will drown you...»
Instead of retreating in fear, Fang Yuan narrowed his indigo eyes. He reached out with a single Gamma-Burst thread, not to attack, but to sample the frequency of the golden ocean.
The rift began to close, the reality-fabric knitting itself back together as the Forge-Star's energy depleted. But in those final seconds, Fang Yuan caught a glimpse of something floating in that golden sea: a broken crown, identical to the symbols etched on Eron's ancient star-ships.
"Master!" Lia cried out, falling to her knees as the gravitational aftershocks subsided. "What... what was that?"
Fang Yuan stood amidst the grey dust of the scavengers, his body pulsing with a rhythmic, violet light. "That, Lia, was the next step. The Rank 3 Overlords fight for stars... but the Rank 4 Sovereigns play with the realities that contain them."
He looked at his hand, where a faint, golden residue from the rift still lingered.
"Eron didn't just lose a war," Fang Yuan whispered, his voice a chilling hum. "His people were trying to transcend the 3rd Dimension. I have the map now. We are no longer looking for a fleet. We are looking for the Dimensional Key."