My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 670 Liam's Gruelling Progress

While everything on Earth was shifting through an epoch of unprecedented transformation, Liam remained completely detached from the passage of local time, lost in the cold, silent vacuum of space.

He was trapped in an endless, agonizing rhythm of mental transit, jumping his consciousness from one solar-system-wide entropy law gear to the next.

He had long since lost track of how many stellar wheels he had traversed. Because of the absolute, unyielding monotony of the void, the journey felt as though it had stretched on for an eternity. Every gear looked identical in its structural essence—massive, ancient, and spinning with a relentless momentum that maintained the decay of its local system.

Liam had no precise metric to calculate how many more solar gears lay before him, nor could he guess how many galactic networks he would eventually need to cross. But he never entertained the thought of stopping.

He knew the cold reality of his situation. If he gave up here, he would never forge the structural baseline required to map the myriad galaxy entropy gears. He would never locate the vanguard of the incoming heat death, and he would never be able to design the modified laws needed to halt the collapse of his home universe.

With no other choice, he gritted his teeth, locked his mind into a state of absolute endurance, and pushed forward through the grueling, monotonous crawl.

***

After what felt like another stretch of timeless void, a massive shift rippled through Liam's spiritual perception.

The endless sea of solar-scale wheels suddenly gave way to something incomprehensibly grand.

Before his consciousness stood the target he had been hunting for days: the galaxy-wide entropy law gear of the Milky Way.

Words entirely failed to capture its scale. If a solar system entropy gear was massive, the size, span, and cosmic weight of the galactic gear was a structure that defied human comprehension.

It was a colossal, churning wheel of primordial law that spanned tens of thousands of light-years, its massive teeth interlocking with the gravitational and thermodynamic pathways of billions of star systems simultaneously.

Without hesitation, Liam plunged his consciousness forward, connecting his mind directly to the core interface of the galactic mechanism.

*Boom.*

A massive, overwhelming torrent of historical data flooded his consciousness.

Unlike the local solar gear, which held the atomic and gravitational friction history of a single system, this archive contained the comprehensive thermodynamic ledger of an entire galaxy across billions of years.

It mapped the birth and death of stars, the gravitational currents of spiral arms, the supermassive black hole cycles at the galactic center, and the exact vector of the accelerating heat death sweeping in from the edge of the universe.

Liam did not flinch. Utilizing the full cognitive acceleration of his Third Transcendent Stage cultivation base, he absorbed every byte of the galactic history, holding the staggering volume of variables steady within his immortal mind.

When the final stream of data settled, Liam did not rush into action.

He pulled his awareness inward, taking his time to process every layer of the galactic mechanics. He methodically analyzed how the galaxy-wide gear interacted with the smaller solar gears, where the structural friction points were concentrated, and precisely how the Second Law of Thermodynamics was amplifying the decay across the spiral arms.

This deep, calculated contemplation gave him a flawless, multi-dimensional blueprint. He now had a precise mental map of where and how he would insert his modifications into the upcoming entropy law gears, ensuring that his custom-built laws of harmony and energy-venting would integrate smoothly into the cosmic grid without triggering a catastrophic feedback loop.

With his preparations complete and his understanding absolute, Liam opened his spiritual eyes within the void.

He pulled back from the Milky Way's core mechanism, turning his focus toward the deeper dark—toward the inner part of the universe where the heat death was fast approaching from.

Then, he began to move.

Liam's consciousness detached from the ancient, churning teeth of the galactic wheel and projected outward into the boundless, terrifying expanse of the cosmos.

What lay before him was no longer a neat, interconnected circuit board of local star systems. It was a vast, sprawling web of island universes, stretching across the infinite dark like a dusting of luminous salt spilled over black velvet.

He directed his focus toward the next visible anchor point—a neighboring spiral galaxy whose massive, spinning entropy wheel pulsed with a faint, rhythmic heartbeat in his spiritual vision.

Swish.

His consciousness crossed the interstellar void in a fraction of a second, tearing through the cold dark to latch onto the core mechanism of the second galaxy. He didn't linger. He didn't pause to study its unique local history or catalog its specific atomic decay rates. He merely used its framework as a high-velocity stepping stone, locking onto its outer perimeter and projecting his mind outward once more toward the third galaxy in the distance.

Jump.

Then the fourth.

Jump.

Then the fifth.

As he maintained this relentless rhythm of mental transit, the sheer, unimaginable scale of the cosmos began to press down upon his immortal consciousness.

On Earth, a trillion was a number reserved for national debts or speculative financial markets. In the physical universe, a trillion was a conservative estimate for the number of galaxies scattered across the observable dark. Each galaxy possessed its own massive, independent entropy law gear, its own unique set of thermodynamic burdens, and its own rate of accelerating decay.

Liam had no metric, no clock, and no calendar to measure the passage of local time. There was no sun to rise, no moon to set, and no planetary rotation to mark the hours. There was only the endless, hypnotic repetition of his spiritual jumps: locate the anchor, project the consciousness, establish the link, and launch forward again.

One galaxy. Ten galaxies. Fifty galaxies.

The structures began to blur together in his mind. He passed through massive elliptical galaxies whose ancient gears rotated with a slow, heavy groan, their stars starved of fresh hydrogen and slowly fading into cold cinders. He swept past violent starburst galaxies where the stellar wheels spun at frantic, erratic speeds, driven mad by gravitational collisions and chaotic gas clouds.

Every single system he traversed carried the same unmistakable signature: the Second Law of Thermodynamics acting as an executioner, slowly grinding the potential energy of the cosmos down into dead, unusable ambient heat.

Yet, despite crossing cluster after cluster, the primordial landscape showed no signs of thinning.

The cosmic web only grew denser, stretching out into deeper, darker sectors of space where the ambient temperature of the background radiation felt noticeably colder, and the resistance against his spiritual projections grew increasingly heavy.

Liam remained entirely locked in his lotus position within his spiritual space, his physical body frozen like a statue in the absolute vacuum far above Earth. His eyes stayed closed, his breathing non-existent, his focus undivided.

He didn't know how long this journey would take. Days could have bled into weeks; months could have dissolved into years while his physical body sat motionless in the dark.

For someone like him in the Third Transcendent Stage, subjective time was elastic, but even an immortal mind could feel the dull, creeping weight of infinite repetition.

The sheer monotony of the void was a mental hazard far more dangerous than any physical barrier. There was no sound, no color save for the pale, spectral glow of distant starlight, and no presence other than his own thoughts echoing off the walls of his consciousness.

Yet, he never hesitated. He never slowed his pace.

Whenever fatigue threatened to cloud his cognitive processing speed, he channeled a fresh pulse of Primordial Essence from his golden meridians straight into his brain, instantly sharpening his awareness back to a razor-sharp, quantum-tier matrix.

"15 trillion galaxies," Liam muttered quietly within the silent corridors of his mind, his voice carrying neither despair nor exhaustion, only a cold, unyielding resolve. "If it takes a thousand years of mental jumping to reach the vanguard of the heat death, then I will jump for a thousand years. Hopefully,.it doesn't take that long."

He locked his Dao Array Eyes firmly onto the next distant cluster, ignoring the endless ocean of spinning wheels stretching out into the infinite dark around him.

He was far from his destination. He could not see the end of the road, and he knew with absolute certainty that he would not reach where he was going in this stretch of his journey.

The vanguard of the incoming heat death—the absolute source where the universe's garbage disposal mechanism had completely broken down—lay hidden deep within the unexplored, dying frontiers of the cosmos.

And so, he kept moving.

Galaxy after galaxy fell behind him, swallowed by the silent dark as his consciousness transformed into a solitary, unyielding spark of light, cutting straight through the heart of a dying universe.

***

Meanwhile, back on earth, the world had pretty started using Lucid Market and Nova Express, like the online war has never happened.

Just on the first day alone, more than $10 million in sales were made on Lucid Market and more than a thousand deliveries were made, because of users buying things from the platform.

As for Nova Express, even major corporations had begun scheduling shipments, with the first heavy freight deliveries slated for the next twenty-four hours.

The world was doing its best to rapidly adjust, but Nova Technologies wouldn't be Nova Technologies if they allowed humanity to grow comfortable.