The Square Inch Martial Ancestor roared, shouted, trying to keep Chu Qing and the others from leaving.
Yet Chu Qing was the first to withdraw from the Square Inch Gathering.
Immediately afterward, the others exchanged glances and withdrew together.
In less than a thousandth of an instant, the Square Inch Gathering was empty—not a single person remained.
The Square Inch Martial Ancestor fell silent, weeping at times and throwing back his head in laughter at others:
"I merely heard that you were going to kill Heaven, and my mind wavered for an instant."
"And this is how you treat me?"
"How could you be so petty?"
"Beasts!"
"What a pack of beasts!"
The Square Inch Martial Ancestor beat his chest and stamped his feet, cursing Chu Qing at times and Heaven at others. In the end, he lay in the Square Inch Gathering and bawled his eyes out.
"Wonderful. No one will ever come in again!"
"I'll have to sink back into loneliness and solitude all by myself!"
"I don't want to be alone!"
"I want liveliness!"
In truth, Chu Qing, Luo Tian, and the others had no interest in guessing whether the Square Inch Martial Ancestor was truly the Square Inch Martial Ancestor.
The moment they sensed something was wrong with it, they simply abandoned it without the slightest hesitation.
At the beginning, the Square Inch Gathering had been important to them. It had allowed people of every identity, scattered across the ends of the earth, to connect with one another.
But as their strength grew, their horizons broadened, and the resources they could command increased,
there were simply too many things that could replace the Square Inch Gathering.
At Chu Qing's command, the many extraordinary people began forging extraordinary treasures for communication and teleportation.
By now, far too