Boom—!
In that instant, the firmament no longer cracked apart. It collapsed completely.
The golden barrier above Guixu Relay Station let out one final, shrill wail, then, under the pressure of absolute darkness, shattered into flowing light across the sky. Without that last fig leaf, the void above the Star River Path was laid bare directly beneath some higher-dimensional malice.
Chu Qing stood at the center of the formation eye, his bare feet planted steadily on the scorching crystalline ground.
He raised his head, and in those dark-purple eyes of his was reflected the "rain of fire" falling from all over the sky.
They were not ordinary meteors, but chunk after chunk of world fragments burning with pitch-black flames. On some fragments, broken mountain ranges and dried-up oceans could still be seen; others were simply entire planets already half-burned by their own fire. Carrying inertia great enough to smash an epoch apart, dragging black tail flames ten thousand miles long, they slammed savagely down toward Stone Ridge Mountain.
The air was filled with a pungent scorched stink, as if the civilizations of billions upon billions of living beings had been baked into furnace slag in an instant.
The corner of Chu Qing's mouth tugged slightly backward, revealing a row of cold white teeth.
This sort of spectacle, in the eyes of the World Will, was the end of days. But to him, the "Graveyard Master," this was clearly a "cross-planar delivery" the Chaos Sea had sent from far, far away.
"Madam Jin, east side. Seal it dead!" Chu Qing spoke, his voice rolling like muffled thunder through the inside of the Mountain Body.
"As commanded!"
From the shadows of the side hall, a dark-red stream of light shot into the sky. Madam Jin stood atop the [Burning Heaven Sacred Chariot],