Wei He was left speechless.
He looked ahead, at the scenery slowly emerging beyond the spacecraft's high-strength glass.
Vortices of varying sizes shimmered in different colors.
Between the vortices lay a heavy, dark crimson.
A dark crimson starry sky, dark crimson stars, and vast hazy stretches like dark crimson clouds.
This should be somewhere inside the Star Abyss, Wei He guessed.
"What do we do next?" He looked at Black Eye One beside him.
The fellow was still smashing his head and weeping bitterly, completely failing to hear his question.
But the spacecraft soon gave a slight shudder and lost all control.
"Very pleased that all Rebooters have officially arrived at the final game arena. This is Barron."
A vast will shook through the space around Wei He, its voice ringing out.
The voice carried a trace of frivolity, yet the might and pressure mixed within transformed that frivolity into something sinister.
"According to the rules, there are twelve Rebooters in total. You may choose to work together, fly to the end of the passage, then climb the black stairway to heaven and join forces again and again to pass through every palace. Then, the final victor may receive a reward."
Barron began explaining the rules.
But Wei He had known all this long ago, so naturally he did not care. Instead, he harbored considerable doubts about the three drops of heartblood the Sovereigns would ultimately bestow.
One drop of heartblood could create a Monarch, so why did the Sovereigns not create more Monarchs? Why did they have to offer it as a reward?
If they created more Monarchs, the Star Abyss might have long since swept through humanity, destroyed the Mother River, and achieved invincibility.
Over the past ten years, Wei He had not spent all his time buried