The altar cracked.
The shattered worlds piled into mountains, deprived of the formation's support, turned into countless heavy meteors and plunged toward the viscous riverbed.
Chu Qing stood at the bow of the black ship, his coarse linen clothes whipping wildly in the Void Turbulence. Barefoot, he hooked his toes tightly around the protrusions of the Gods and Demons Spine Dragon Bone. His fingertips brushed over the blood groove of his spear, feeling the Purple True Blood pulse within.
Ahead, the end of the river was no longer Gray Fog.
A transparent cube so vast it filled his entire vision lay across the way. It was still, cold, reflecting the dying light of the collapsing stars around it. Countless scattered ribbons of colored light flowed across its surface—cultivation paths that had been kneaded to pieces, like tens of millions of dried-out dead fish.
Chu Qing's pupils shrank to needlepoints as he fixed his gaze on a faint glimmer deep within the cube.
He knew that Aura far too well.
Noble, aloof, yet decayed like an ancient corpse draped in brocade.
"Heaven."
The word squeezed out of Chu Qing's throat, soft, yet it made the broken bones on the deck hum.
That opponent who had nearly killed him in the depths of Nine Nether on the eve of the Great Unification Era was now curled up at the core of the cube. She was no longer a ruler, but a "defective product" drained of all Spirit and Energy, waiting to undergo one final processing.
That violent plunge in status made Chu Qing's throat itch.
[Profession Column: Chu Qing] [Residual authority detected: World Will.] [Status: Extremely weak. Recommendation... Simplify absorption.]
The corner of Chu Qing's mouth twitched, pulling into a cold, sharp arc.
You once regarded all living beings as