Deep within the fissures of Stone Ridge Mountain.
The rotten, earthy stench mixed with some kind of scorched metallic aura, congealing in the air.
The transparent worm convulsed violently in the void, hundreds of compound eyes like a startled school of fish, crashing madly through its soft flesh. The red light on its surface, the instant it came into contact with Chu Qing's Divine Sense, completely solidified into a dull ocher.
The worm's will roared. Its body suddenly contracted, turning into a gray streak of flowing light as it burrowed into an extremely fine spatial crack. It shuttled through the ruins of those broken civilizations, performing tens of thousands of dimensional jumps every second.
Chu Qing stood where he was, his bare feet planted in the dark-red mud.
He did not hurry to give chase. He only slowly raised his right hand, the tip of his index finger gently rubbing over the pad of his thumb, feeling that thin layer of thick callus.
[Trait: Terror, locked on.]
In Chu Qing's eyes, the flowing liuli-colored radiance instantly drew inward, his pupils shrinking into two pitch-black needles. He looked toward the deathly still gray fog ahead, then abruptly drove force through his feet.
The mud exploded. The originally viscous air was forcibly shoved apart by that tyrannical power, forming two transparent walls of air on either side.
One hundred li, reached in the blink of an eye.
The worm was trying to burrow into a mirage-like illusion of an "ancient civilization." Within that illusion, splendid palaces and bustling streets overlapped layer upon layer, attempting to cover up its true coordinates.
Chu Qing's figure came to an abrupt stop, standing at the edge of the illusion.
He wasted no words. His right hand tightened around the Overlord Spear, and from his spine came