Wang Ling stood amidst the remnants of the shattered celestial plane, his gaze fixed on the void where the Null Sovereign had once been. The stars that had vanished slowly flickered back to life, as if bowing to his presence, acknowledging the return of order.
For a moment, silence reigned. The vastness of the multiverse lay bare before him, no longer confined to linear reality or dimensional constructs. Time itself seemed hesitant to move forward in his presence, as if awaiting his will to allow its passage.
Wang Ling remained still, his form barely perceptible to those who might have observed from the outer worlds. The very essence of the universe seemed to pulse with his quiet contemplation. He had not just vanquished the Null Sovereign—he had undone its existence entirely, an action beyond mere power, as if reality itself had chosen to erase the entity on his behalf.
In the distance, the cosmic threads of fate began weaving anew, each strand intertwined with Wang Ling's own essence. His presence had reached a point where distinctions ceased to matter—where the difference between mortal and immortal, finite and infinite, had been rendered meaningless.
A soft breeze blew through the expanse, though no physical wind existed in that realm. It was as if the concept of movement itself sought permission from Wang Ling to continue. The heavens, aware of his will, seemed hesitant to shape themselves, for they understood that their existence was but a whisper against his will.
Unknowingly, Wang Ling shifted his gaze, and the void itself seemed to draw closer, as if space itself bent to his whims. With a thought, he retracted his presence, allowing the universe to resume its forgotten rhythm. The stars returned to their rightful places, the fabric of space restored, and the vast void slowly faded into the familiar night sky of Earth.
A crow cawed softly, and Wang Ling glanced down to see the bird perched on a shattered stone. Its feathers glimmered with traces of starlight, and as it flapped its wings, the night seemed to breathe once more. Wang Ling raised a brow, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
The moment passed, and he turned back toward the familiar path to school, his steps quiet, as if he never left. Unbeknownst to the world, an entire hierarchy of existence had been transcended, redefined, and restored—all within the calm, unassuming presence of a high school student named Wang Ling.
Life, as it always did, continued, never once realizing how close it had come to complete cessation. Wang Ling's power remained unspoken, unacknowledged by the universe that had briefly been his to shape.
Yet, as the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, a quiet peace settled, as if the universe itself had been granted permission to continue existing. And Wang Ling, as always, walked on, blending seamlessly back into the mundane, never revealing the reality he had just undone.