Stone Ridge Mountain, at the edge of the rift.
The wind was purple, carrying a thick, sweet, fishy tang—the nutrients spilling out after the Chaos Sea had been forcibly ground down.
Chu Qing stood barefoot, his toes digging into the already crystallized ground. Beneath every inch of his skin, dark gold dragon patterns throbbed madly. He was just about to move and dive down when the sky overhead, dyed dark red, suddenly gave a "belch."
Screech—
The void was like a piece of ragged cloth torn apart by tremendous force, abruptly splitting open into a hundred-zhang-long gash.
A shadow tumbled out of the opening.
It was a person.
Or rather, an old monster that looked human. His upper body was bare, his skin black as if it had been soaked in tar, and his muscles bulged piece by piece, as though hundreds of cobblestones had been buried inside his body. In his hand, he carried a stone axe as large as a millstone, its blade still hung with star fragments that had not fully dried.
"Boom!"
The old man landed, and all of Stone Ridge Mountain lurched three times. He drew in a deep breath, and his originally shriveled chest swelled in an instant, releasing a gusting sound like bellows being pulled.
He stared at Chu Qing, his voice like two rusty iron plates grinding wildly against each other. "Good place... This Graveyard is mine now."
Chu Qing did not speak.
He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping once over the stone axe.
(Action): Chu Qing's right hand hung at his side, his index finger tapping his thigh in a steady rhythm.
(Micro-expression): The corner of his mouth lifted by half a fraction, his gaze calm as if he were looking at a rotten tree snapped by the wind.
"Stealing