Whoosh! Whoosh!
In every invaded sector, the enraged visitors, guardians, and administrators, as well as the races responsible for organizing books, all looked toward where the light had vanished after taking heavy breaths.
What they all longed to see was death.
Most beings who pursued knowledge also loved peace and respected life.
But this time, they yearned as never before for death to descend and carry away those terrifying "worms."
Yet reality was cruel.
Those Blank Worms still existed.
The Death Ray gifted by Ancient Death God Hong had failed to take even a single worm's life.
They still lay where they had been, exempt from the judgment of "death."
When they could be observed, they were docile and exquisite, like the most unimaginable works of art in the world.
They had no emotions, no language, nor any fluctuations.
They merely existed, or did not exist, like gods.
More godlike than gods.
Those capable of observing them knew they were far more than that.
When they moved, every obstacle became meaningless.
The gazes of visitors, administrators, and organizers brought only harm.
Just like Tang Qi before, these bizarre worms could inflict severe damage on the blades of grass swaying beside the road simply by passing through.
Whether they were visitors, guardians and administrators seeking to protect the books, or the frail yet loyal organizing races, the instant they looked at the Blank Worms, they were "filled."
Strange substances flooded the gaps in their bodies and souls in unimaginable ways, and true death descended.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
These sounds did not ring out only in the Thirty-Second Sector. They echoed through every sector among the one-third that had been successfully invaded.
Not everyone could be as powerful as Tang Qi, or as fortunate as the Beggar Arch-Priest.
Perhaps all of them