Chapter 1083: Primordial Chaos, the Womb of the Universe

The tearing sensation of spatial transit, a feeling Tazz Ye had grown accustomed to, finally subsided. The violent, disorienting passage through the black hole, which had felt like being ground into fundamental particles and then forcibly reassembled, spat them out into… nothing. Not the nothingness of a vacuum between stars, which is still filled with light, radiation, and the distant promise of matter. This was an absolute, primordial nothing. There was no light to see, no sound to hear,...