The fog was no longer a dull expanse of gray. It had been dyed a twisted dark purple by the brilliant flames blown apart in the blast.
The Golden World Ship shattered.
That colossal metal body, vast as a continent, was like a stack of waste paper violently torn apart beneath Chu Qing's fist. The defensive net formed from red gold, spirit jade, and runes, along with the Miniature World projection known as "Eternal Light," turned into the most expensive fireworks in this dead sea within the same second.
Chu Qing still wore rough hemp clothes and went barefoot.
He stood in the void, the sole of his foot planted on a palm-sized World Ship fragment that was smoking white. The burning sensation burrowed through the flesh of his feet and into his marrow, yet it filled his pupils, shrunk to needlepoints, with irrepressible excitement.
"Breathe... inhale..."
With every breath, the lingering aura unique to a "world's destruction" spread through the air like boiling lava, crazily drilling through Chu Qing's nostrils and pores into the great tendons along his spine.
It was the origin essence left behind after a world shattered. It was despair, it was termination, it was the most extreme nourishment in this Chaos Sea.
Chu Qing suddenly clenched his five fingers.
A string of dense crackling sounds burst from his knuckles, like beans being stir-fried.
It was as if a giant hand covered in barbs had forcibly torn open the depths of his soul. The tearing pain made his facial muscles twitch violently, wrenching the corners of his mouth into a savage arc.
``` [Ding!]
Within his sea of consciousness, that Dark Gold Profession Column completely went berserk at this moment.
The originally golden lettering looked as though a basin of thick black blood had been poured