The emperor fell, feeling the turbulence of the subspace brushing his face, and the malicious eyes between the turbulence. Bloodthirsty beasts roaming the vast ocean sharpen their knives and prepare to acquire new prey.

Veil, as psionics like to call the barrier between reality and subspace. It's a strangely precise word. This uneven boundary could be lifted at any moment by a reckless hand—from a demon in the High Heavens, or by some reckless wizard.

And as soon as the curtain is lifted – the situation becomes almost out of control. The local laws of physics are rewritten, and the destruction of the real universe by demons is ...... Almost every time the curtain is lifted, it is accompanied by damage to the soul and body of reality.

With the explosion of psionic beings in the human race, the frequency of such accidents has increased. There are always some people who think they are the chosen ones, wantonly squeeze the power of the subspace, and then cook their brains alive.

After being physically and figuratively opened to the eyes of wizards, human society began to be wary of psionics. The reappearance of the stake and the witch trial thousands of years later proves that some primitive measures can be implemented only because they work.

Others, careerists or simply psychics who don't know the truth, believe that this power can be harnessed to satisfy personal desires. In this way, human desires and differences once again tore apart society, and the wound was so deep that it was difficult for Neos to heal.

For demons, the physical body is nothing more than a tool for them to enter reality. Maybe they'll be hurt and they'll bleed, but there's very little that really hurts them. Even if their bodies are destroyed to the point where they can no longer sustain their existence, their essence will return to the vast ocean, waiting to crawl out next time.

And every time they invade reality, they can trigger emotional stirring. hatred, fear, ecstasy, superstition...... These emotions nourish their subspace form and make it enjoyable. Compared to the decay of physical honor and disgrace, this is the nourishment they really crave.

Neos knew that the increase in the number of psionics meant a deeper convergence of subspace and reality, and that psionics themselves would become a natural gateway for demons to enter reality, further weakening the veil...... It's a vicious circle, and the curtain is starting to crumble.

However, the implication of "almost impossible to be truly harmed" is that there will always be exceptions.

A thin layer of white flame sprouted from his palm, effortlessly scorching the demon's limbs, causing them to let out a piercing wail. The fine flames not only destroyed the bodies of the inanimate, but also scorched their essence into fine ashes, which were re-engulfed by the winds of the subspace.

There was no mercy in the emperor's heart. In addition to their ugly appearance, the very existence of demons is worthy of the abhorrence of all living beings. These bastards have cold bellies, but they are greedy for all souls, because they themselves are the crystallization of the desires of the living, the reflection of every nightmare.

The Emperor hated them, not only for his own likes and dislikes, but also for all mankind. He knows that he is a narrow and selfish existence, and his eyes can only accommodate the rise and fall of human beings. If he could, he wouldn't mind turning everything into firewood for humanity to be freed. But he also understands that there are too many beings like him, and they have filled the entire galaxy.

He didn't hate these aliens who resembled him, they loved their race just as much. If he felt anything, it was just understanding. And out of understanding, he had to deal with these kinds. Every selfish bastard tries to make the person he loves better, but it turns out that the galaxy just gets worse.

Suddenly, he remembered that in a language he was once familiar with, "through the veil" meant crossing the thin barrier between life and death.

In the utter destruction of the demonic nature, the emperor plunged headlong into the sea of nothingness.

Reliving the history of the real universe from subspace is an indescribable experience. The emperor climbed up the line of history, from the thirtieth millennium to the birth of Jesus. He saw himself drop his flames on the city that had been polluted by the cult of Chaos. In the future, that city will be called Sodom.

He kept walking. Through the history of the great empire of the Spirit Race, and the rule of the Dreadors, all the way to the beginning of the universe, eons ago, when that dense and fiery singularity had not yet exploded.

At the beginning of creation, when time had not yet begun to flow, Neos watched as a bang had never been seen before, and would never be again.

Matter first jumped out of the fire of creation, and elementary particles such as electrons, photons, and neutrinos made up the original reality. The universe turns from hot to cold, like a blacksmith's furnace gradually fading from red heat to normal. Atoms, nuclei, and molecules are gradually formed, and they are compounded into the usual gases. These gases gradually coalesce into nebulae, which further form a variety of stars and galaxies.

However, in this initial spark, another being was born. Wrapped in the flares of stars, they suck their light and heat, poisoning their hosts like dense leeches, shortening their near-immortal lives by millions of years.

At that time, they had no intellect, and were only driven by instinctive hunger. In the future, they were called star gods. But at this moment, they are more like some natural phenomenon than gods.

In the realm of matter, a toad-like creature began to break through the limits of gravity, enter the stars, and grasp the mysteries of the universe. Compared to their successors, they seem to be called gentle and charitable. The universe in their eyes is beautiful and kind. In order to conquer the vast galaxy, they used the network to shorten the astronomical distance of the galaxy, and transformed countless planets with technology.

Their understanding of the universe is so deep that it feels like some kind of magic or art when they wield technology. If there was one word to describe these first intelligent races, it would be...... Like a god.

These creatures, known as the Ancient Saints in later generations, have gained the envy of a weak race because of their long lifespan. And in the subspace that goes hand in hand with reality, jealousy and resentment have unprecedented power.