Thud—boom!
In the distant void, a Miniature World ten thousand li in diameter suddenly exploded.
It had not been shattered by an external force. It had burned itself to death.
Dark red flames erupted from deep within its core, burning the entire continent red-hot, like a heated branding iron dropped into a ditch. Immediately after, a second, a third... countless Minor Worlds floating in the sludge all chose the most absolute end at that moment.
Chu Qing watched those streaks of dying firelight.
(Micro-expression): The corners of his mouth were pressed very low, the muscles at his jawline pulled so taut that their edges stood out sharply, his pupils shrinking into black dots the size of needlepoints.
(Inner thought): In the trembling of these worlds, he heard the pronunciation of the two words "despair." They would rather burn themselves into a handful of ash than wait for that great blue-green hand to press down.
"My lord, the Ten Thousand Treasures Alliance's three hundred World Ships have stopped outside."
Nangong Xue's voice rang out behind him.
Her steps were much lighter and more graceful than before. With every step she took, fine purple ripples spread through the air. That was the result of the Ancestor Aura feeding back into her. A few crystalline purple scales faintly surfaced on her forearm, carrying a heavy presence that could not be looked at directly.
"They want to pledge allegiance?" Chu Qing did not turn back. His voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been scraped over a whetstone.
Nangong Xue stopped three steps away, her fingertips digging hard into the edge of the Array Disk in her hand, her nails tinged with a bluish white.
"They brought eighty million jin of divine gold, along with the sources of three spirit stone mineral