The collision was instantaneous and reality-shattering. As the Abyssal Overlord (5th Star - Supernova) released a wave of pure stellar disintegration, Fang Yuan (2nd Star - Pulsar) didn't fire a counter-beam.
Instead, he turned his Null-Logic inward.
With a silent command, Fang Yuan detonated his own Pulsar core. He sacrificed the entire cultivation base of Rank 3, fusing its raw energy with the stolen Star-Core in his chest and the stasis-ice of Lia. This wasn't an attack; it was a desperate attempt to become a localized singularity.
The resulting implosion was so dense it temporarily erased the gravity of the nebula. It clashed with the Overlord's supernova, creating a blinding, silent flash of violet and crimson fire.
The Overlord's titan hand tried to grasp the anomaly, but his fingers slipped. For a microsecond, the fabric of the 3rd Dimension was totally unraveled by Fang Yuan's "Void-Sacrifice."
Through the chaos, a tiny, fractured point of light was ejected at a speed that bypassed the laws of physics. Fang Yuan, having lost his Rank 3 shell and reverted back to a fractured Rank 2: Weaver, had opened a random wormhole. He was pulling a semi-conscious Lia with him as they were hurled across the Inter-Galactic Void, no longer a Galactic Overlord, but a cosmic refugee.
The jump was agonizing. His soul was being stretched thin, and he felt the last remnants of his Rank 2 cultivation being used as fuel to keep them alive in the void between galaxies.
When the blinding light finally receded, Fang Yuan felt the unfamiliar sensation of gravity—not the artificial gravity of a ship or a mine, but the gentle, passive pull of a primitive planet.
He didn't land; he crashed.
They streaked across the sky like a meteor, burning up the remaining dark matter energy to protect them from the friction. They impacted on a desolate, bone-dry desert in a forgotten sector of the universe.
Fang Yuan dragged his fractured, human form out of the crater, coughing up indigo blood. His skin was burnt, his eyes bare of their usual violet light. His internal energy sea was empty. He was in a Rank 2 coma-like state, barely alive.
Beside him, Lia lay unconscious, her stasis-ice totally shattered, her human body weak but whole.
Fang Yuan looked up. The sky was not the familiar crimson of the Spire or the silver of the nebula. It was a clear, impossible Blue. He looked at the sun—a tiny, stable yellow star that pulsed with none of the energy he was used to.
He tried to sense the mana in the air, but he found almost none. The planet was empty.
"Order..." Fang Yuan whispered, his voice a human rasp as his fractured Null-Logic tried to process the information. "A world... of pure order. No demons. No weavers. Just... dust."
He had made it. But he was weak. He had sacrificed the throne of a Galactic Overlord for a chance to start over. And here, on this silent, primitive sphere called Earth, Fang Yuan, the fallen Pulsar, finally succumbed to exhaustion, falling unconscious in the desert sand, while the small, yellow sun began to rise over the horizon.