The last remnant of land at Guixu Relay Station rolled through a viscous gray riverbed.
Those World Ships that had once stood high above all others now resembled exquisite wooden dolls crushed beneath a child's foot, their broken keels twitching feebly in the silt.
The Bone Black Ship hovered steadily in the void.
"Save me! I have money! I have three thousand jin of divine gold!"
"Take me with you! I am the heir of the Nine Heavens Realm! I have top-tier secret inheritances in my sea of consciousness!"
Tens of thousands of Heavenly Prides had gone mad.
Barefoot, they raced across rubble that was about to collapse. Some leaped up, trying to seize the bone spines hanging from the black ship, but the instant their palms touched the dark-purple Death Qi barrier, sizzling scorch marks appeared with a hiss.
Chu Qing stood at the bow.
His Black Robe clung tightly to his back amid the chaos storm, outlining lines as cold and hard as stone. He was barefoot, and the Dark Gold patterns beneath his feet flickered on and off. Each time they pulsed, the bony deck beneath his soles let out a faint groan.
He did not look at the twisted faces below.
(Physiological reaction): Chu Qing's Adam's apple bobbed. His nostrils were filled with the scorched stench born from a world's destruction. Beneath his feet—deep within that colossal Grindstone—Stone Ridge Mountain was emitting an excited yet repressed hum.
"Master, there are too many people." Nangong Xue approached. Her fingers clenched the edge of the Array Disk so tightly that her knuckles had gone deathly pale. Watching the living beings below repeatedly slam into the barrier before turning into pools of bloody pulp, her shoulders trembled faintly.
Chu Qing did not turn around.
His pupils had shrunk into