The Bone Black Ship, the bow.
Chu Qing stood barefoot on the God-Devil Dragon Bone, which had already crystallized completely.
The sensation coming through the soles of his feet was no longer cold bone, but a pulsing rhythm like stepping onto a Grindstone spinning at high speed. Every inch his dark-gold true blood flowed through his body, a muffled peal of thunder came from deep within the dragon bone.
On the surface of his skin, fine, ancient Grindstone patterns glowed faintly.
That was the phenomenon after the [Dragon-Defying Tyrant Body] reached perfection.
He stood there, with no violent Aura spilling from around him, but the instant the Chaos Silt within a thousand miles drew near the black ship, it was forcibly ground by an invisible rank into the most primitive particles.
"My lord."
A hoarse, humble call.
Heavenly Slave—this main body of will that had once ruled the present world and looked down upon the birth and death of epochs—was now kneeling behind Chu Qing. Her dark-purple skintight armor clung tightly to her trembling curves, her forehead pressed hard against the solid deck, her silver-white hair drooping into the dust.
The slave brand on her right wrist was tightening in time with Chu Qing's heartbeat.
Chu Qing did not look back.
(Action): He raised his right hand, five fingers spread toward empty air.
(Result): A stream of dark-purple will-light erupted from his fingertips, pierced through layer upon layer of void, and descended directly upon the distant Stone Ridge Mountain.
That was the progenitor's edict.
"If you're awake, stop kneeling."
Chu Qing spoke, his voice dry and rough, yet carrying a weight that made the Chaos Sea fall silent.
Heavenly Slave's body shuddered violently, and her spine let out a string of crisp cracks like popping beans. She struggled to raise