Cultivation: I Obtained a Heavenly-Rank Spatial Ring from the Start

When the laws began to forget themselves, I picked up a rusted key from a crack in the void.

It whispered paradoxes, scorching my palm even as frost bloomed there.

All beings raced along their ordained paths like blind ants, while I stood still, listening to the... chewing sounds coming from the other side of the world.

Balanced on the blade between existence and annihilation, I held in my palm a grain of sand that did not exist.

Within the grain, billions of births and deaths revolved. Beyond it, all things gazed upon it with hunger.