Stone Ridge Mountain shuddered violently.
This was no slight tremor, but the muffled roar of some colossal foundation being torn from the earth. Loose stones on the Mountain Body's surface bounced, then defied all reason and floated into the air, crumbling into dust.
The teleportation activated.
Chu Qing stood at the center of the formation core within Stone Ridge Mountain's forbidden grounds. His dark-gold robe was pulled taut by the void storm, his hair whipping about like mad dragons.
The void twisted.
The once-stable rules of the current world were like an old newspaper being violently torn apart, letting out a shrill ripping sound. The surrounding scenery stretched, overlapped, and finally turned into a whirlpool of mottled colors.
[Profession Column: Chu Qing] [Status: Teleportation activated—coordinates forcibly anchored.] [Void suppression detected: calculating weight...] [Trait triggered: One-Way Pass.] [Judgment: Suppression ignored. Causal passage locked.]
Purple light, visible only to Chu Qing, flickered within the void.
As the teleportation deepened, an oppressive pressure suffocating enough to steal one's breath squeezed in from the Four Directions. It was the World Will making its final attempt to hold him back, and also the Void Turbulence trying to grind this uninvited guest to pieces.
On Stone Ridge Mountain, tens of millions of maidservants nearly fell to their knees at the same time.
Their faces were deathly pale, their hands clawing desperately at nearby rocks or their companions' arms. Some let out muffled groans from their throats, their bodies shaking violently—their bones creaking under the crushing pressure.
Chu Qing stood at the very front, his spine straight as a spear.
He snorted coldly and stomped down on the formation core.
Buzz—
A visible ripple spread from beneath his foot—the power of the [Emperor Seat] expanding outward. The force that had nearly flattened the Mountain Body