Above the star's remains, charred cracks crisscrossed its surface, and embers still drifted slowly through the air.
The traces left by the battle just now had nearly plowed through this shattered starfield.
The Authority Holders who had been burned to ash, the Rule Curtain Walls that had shattered into streams of light—now, only a faint residue of rules remained, proving that a battle powerful enough to shake heaven and earth had taken place here not long ago.
Shen Yi stood in midair, his hazel eyes calm and unruffled, as though the battle just now had been nothing more than brushing away a speck of dust.
The Authority Crystal floating above his palm glimmered with an extremely faint layer of light.
On the other end of the projection, Alvin's figure flickered in and out of view. His silver-white metallic skin reflected a cold sheen beneath the starlight, while an unusual gravity filled his deep-blue data eyes.
Because Shen Yi's expression had not changed in the slightest.
Conviction?
Shen Yi sneered inwardly.
What crime was there to convict him of?
Those Authority Holders Beyond the World, who had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years—strip away their lofty facade, and they were no different from the people of Blue Star when the Black Fog had first emerged.
When disaster struck, they rushed to find a scapegoat to take the blame, so the ground beneath their own feet could seem a little cleaner.
He had seen scenes like this far too often.
When the Black Fog first began spreading, some had blamed other countries for it, while others had pinned the mutations on their neighbors.
When it truly came down to life and death, no one first asked where the Black Fog had come from. They only asked who