The dark-purple pillar of karmic light gradually drew inward, but the grinding sound coming from deep within the Mountain Body of Stone Ridge Mountain not only failed to subside—it took on a rhythm that seemed to control the All Heavens.
Chu Qing stood barefoot atop the giant stone on the summit, its surface tempered by thunder and fire into a Liuli-like texture.
That suppression of status made every living being in the Graveyard World feel a tremor at the base of their spine.
Behind him, the main body of the once-unreachable World Will—Heavenly Slave—stood with her head lowered, both hands crossed and folded before her abdomen. Her long hair, brilliant as the Milky Way, swayed slightly, and the dark-purple slave mark on her right wrist was seeping a Death Qi that chilled the heart.
"My lord, the outer World Anchors... are about to be torn apart." Heavenly Slave's voice was hoarse. The lofty, cold detachment she had once possessed was gone, leaving only an obedience like she had fallen into the Abyss.
Chu Qing did not look back.
He closed his eyes slightly, his consciousness sinking deep into his flesh body.
The price he had once personally simplified away in order to survive this "Farming Experiment"—the five dried, hideous Blood Holes in his chest—had now vanished completely. In their place were five Dark Gold heart Vague Phantoms, arranged in a ring.
Those hearts beat very slowly, but with each thud, Chu Qing could feel the Purple True Blood inside him accelerate madly, crashing against those Newborn Dragon Pattern Bones.
(Physiological reaction): Chu Qing's Adam's apple bobbed heavily. He felt the air in his lungs liquefying, every cell like a precision gear loaded with a high-energy engine. This body was no longer a traditional "flesh body," but an untiring machine of