Qin Chuan laid out his ultimate plan. "We're going to the Origin Continent."
The Obsidian Hall fell silent. Only the clamor of players out on the plains could be heard.
Season Star froze for several seconds, nearly dropping the data pad in her hands.
Dies Martin forgot all about his dark gold formalwear. He rushed to the Sand Table and jabbed a finger at the glowing holographic sphere.
"Are you kidding?" Dies Martin's voice shot up an octave. "The Origin Continent? Sneaking a small team in isn't enough for you? You want to uproot the entire Origin Realm and take it with us?"
Qin Chuan spread his hands and tossed Moment of Utmost Darkness onto the table. "We could stay here and wait for them to cross over and wipe us out. The Origin Realm has too much invested in it to abandon now. We might as well pack it up and take it along."
Night Cherry Tangle pulled up a chair and sat down beside them, tapping the table. "The coordinates aren't the problem. The guild leader has that Causality Fate Track. The question is how we move it."
Season Star immediately jumped in, her hands flying across the holographic Sand Table.
The glowing sphere expanded in an instant, revealing dense clusters of data and red warning boxes.
"Boss, I'm not trying to rain on your parade." Season Star pointed at the data. "The Origin Realm has merged with our Divine Kingdoms, swallowed the uppermost ten layers of the Abyss, and absorbed Blue Star and the Resurrection Furnace we just acquired. It isn't a plane in any conventional sense anymore."
Season Star brought up a curve showing spatial tension. "It's a fully independent Small Universe now, with an enormous mass. Cross-realm passages have load limits. If you force an