Chaos Sea.
The Gray Fog was no longer churning waves, but black mucus squeezed out by some colossal force, hanging within the folds of the void.
Chu Qing walked barefoot across translucent spatial fault lines.
With every step he took, a ring of dark crimson ripples spread beneath his feet. That was the Lingering Power of [WorldShatterer], savagely tearing apart the remaining laws.
All around him lay severed "world limbs."
There were half-burned mountain ranges, and crystallized seas floating through the void. Tumbling in the Gray Fog, they no longer made the sound of wind, but an ear-grating "creak" like decaying objects grinding against one another.
Chu Qing raised his head.
On this dead-silent river path, he was the only splash of color.
Dark crimson Red Light seeped from every pore of his body, gathering along the edges of his Black Robe like a flowing film of blood.
(Motive): He needed more information about "harvesting."
(Action): Chu Qing moved through countless fragments, his gaze locking onto a colossal object ahead.
It was a "dead fish."
Over a hundred thousand li long, it had once been the seventeenth branch of the Mechanical Sanctuary—a massive plane made of countless precise metals, gears, and hydraulic pipes.
Chu Qing landed upon the "fish head."
His toes dug into rusted, brittle metal plating. This metal had once been said to endure ten thousand calamities without decay, yet beneath his feet, it was now like a dried biscuit. With the slightest step, dense white cracks spread across it.
Chu Qing bent down, his fingertips tracing the icy metallic patterns.
There was no Spiritual Energy response.
No fluctuation of laws.
This place was like something invisible had sucked it dry from beginning to end, like a gluttonous beast.
(Thought): These worlds... in the eyes of those higher-dimensional