Sunstar Starfield, deep within the Crimson Prison Society's territory.
Inside the Inferno Divine Temple, buried ten thousand fathoms underground, a pool of dark-gold blood churned slowly like molten lava. Countless tiny wisps of black flame floated on its surface, hot enough to vaporize an ordinary Demigod in an instant.
At the center of the blood pool, a figure lay silently immersed.
It was Naka, who had fled all the way back from Ghost Whale World.
This terrifying expert, one of the very strongest even among Second Realm Wasteland Martial practitioners, had lost every trace of his former cultured elegance.
The Calamity-Slaying Sword Intent had eaten away most of his flesh, leaving much of his charred skeleton exposed. A bowl-sized bloody hole gaped hideously in his chest, the Dark Teal Longsword still piercing straight through it.
Within the fine black cracks covering the blade, the Power of Destruction continued to writhe without end. Wherever it passed, his meridians, Dao Foundation, and even his Divine Soul were silently annihilated.
He had fled from the Mogu Star Starfield back to Sunstar, crossing untold tens of thousands of miles of void, surviving solely on his own deep reserves of origin power. Any other Second Realm Wasteland Martial practitioner would have died along the way.
Even so, had he been half a step later, he likely would have truly perished beneath the Power of Destruction.
"Urgh..."
An unbearably hoarse growl escaped Naka's throat.
He slowly raised both hands, his fingers as thin as dry sticks, and clamped them tightly around the sword hilt at his chest.
"Get... out!!"
Boom!!
The remaining inferno origin within him erupted completely. Dark-gold blood flames spewed from every pore, savagely battling the Power of Destruction inside his body.
The flesh around the wound visibly carbonized and fell away, then rapidly