When countless bizarre worlds intersect like lines:
Mecha battleships trade fire with magical arcana;
Mahayana cultivators face the eldritch Cthulhu gods;
Those with their genetic locks fully unlocked clash head-on with primordial beings from the primordial age...
Zhou Ao wears a mecha suit, holding a halberd in his right hand and forming a spell sign with his left. His eyes are as dark as ink, as though black light is spilling from them, while divine patterns shine between his brows. Behind him, a radiant halo blooms into something beyond description, and his flying sword sings as space twists around it.
He stands resolutely in the void, gazing into the distance at the alien races filling the sky. His expression is impassive, but suddenly the corner of his mouth lifts:
Ever since he transmigrated here, this universe has truly been
