Deep in the ruins of the divine hall, time seemed to stand still.
Qin Chuan's consciousness was wholly immersed in the vast process of merging with the God Realm Seed. He noticed nothing happening outside.
Meanwhile, at Apex Guild headquarters in the Magic City Stronghold.
In the spacious underground conference room, the air seemed to have solidified.
Season Star had not closed her eyes in seventy-two hours. Her eyes were bloodshot, yet her gaze remained sharp as an eagle's.
"Damn it. The rate of decay is still accelerating."
She stared at the flashing red warnings on the holographic projection. The data lines spiked like an erratic heartbeat, each fluctuation another footstep from the God of Death.
The Spacetime Turbulence surrounding Blue Star—the only barrier keeping the gods of the Undead World and the Abyss from descending—was visibly dissipating.
"At this rate, we have a day and a half at most."
Season Star's voice was so hoarse it barely sounded like her own.
"A day and a half?"
Night Cherry Tangle blurted out, instinctively resting his hand on the Shadow Sword.
"That's much faster than we estimated..."
The atmosphere in the conference room grew unbearably tense.
"Still no word from the guild leader?"
Night Cherry Tangle voiced the question on everyone's mind. A faint tremor ran through his voice.
Three months. It had been three whole months.
Since the guild leader had entered that mysterious Undersea Divine Hall, they had sensed only a distant, steady life force. They had been unable to contact him.
That presence had grown stronger over time, but it felt sealed off in another dimension, giving them hope and worry in equal measure.
"The guild leader is definitely undergoing a transformation."
Tiga Lingyu spoke firmly, unwavering faith in Qin Chuan shining in her eyes.
"But..."
Odis gripped