Above the headquarters of the All Heavens Law Net, the sixty-six suns and moons had already collapsed into sixty-six blinding white points.
Chu Qing stood barefoot before the stone seat of the Grindstone. The Dark Gold patterns beneath his soles pulsed madly, shaking the surrounding space until it cracked like shattered porcelain, unleashing a dense chain of explosions.
His heart beat heavily.
With every strike against his ribs, the Purple True Blood within him roared like a torrent of lead and mercury.
"An eyesore."
One of Chu Qing's faces spoke. His voice was dry and utterly flat, as though scraping across a rough whetstone.
He did not raise his hand. He merely leaned forward slightly.
[Trait: One-Way Pass.] [Simplification Activated: Distance—Zero.]
There was no process of acceleration.
In that instant, Chu Qing's figure was forcibly erased from everyone's retinas. In its place was a purple aurora stretching tens of thousands of miles. One end of the aurora was tied to the Black Bone Ship; the other had already been nailed fast to the main gate of the palace known as the "Peak of Law."
Boom—!
At the moment of impact, no rubble flew.
That towering palace composed entirely of pure laws began to collapse inward in a bizarre fashion within one-thousandth of a second of touching Chu Qing's fist.
The once-upright pillars twisted into spirals.
The massive palace gates were like a crumpled sheet of waste paper, instantly sucked into the center of an incredibly tiny black point.
Chu Qing stood before that black point.
(Microexpression): The corners of his mouth twitched faintly, and a hard masseter bulged at his jaw. The Liuli-colored golden gleam in his eyes overflowed from its sockets under the crushing pressure of excessive status, turning into two wisps of golden smoke.
"Disperse."
Chu