What was going on?
Long Qi and the escape vehicle he was in drifted into this vast yet sealed space like fallen leaves swept along in the wake of the "Harbinger Bird." Looking at the "crust" continuously pressing and writhing around them, he seemed to hear an indescribable sound in his ears—like rocks grinding together, yet also like muscles squirming.
He was not sure whether it was sound effects from his own brainstorm, but his scalp tingled. When the passage behind them slammed shut, his whole body shuddered. It had nothing to do with courage. He knew his own limits, and he knew even better that any struggle in this situation would be meaningless. It was an instinctive reaction.
By comparison, Yuan Wuwei handled it better. The guy had his mouth hanging open, his head swaying from side to side as he tried to take in the full scope of this peculiar space-time, yet failed no matter how he looked. For a moment, he scratched at his ears and cheeks, probably thrilled but with nowhere to vent it.
Seeing him like that, Long Qi curled his lips, and his mood suddenly improved:
Fine. If the person up ahead screws this up, then these Extraordinary Species beside me, plus this foul-mouthed guy whose name suits him perfectly, can serve as burial offerings for Lord Long Qi.
Long Qi snorted and smoothed his slightly damp, shoulder-length blond hair. His body and mind had finally recovered from the stress response, but then he realized that something about his body felt rather strange. His heart stirred. Looking around, he saw that at some point, drifting Blazing White Light specks, like fireflies, had seeped into the interior of his vehicle.
How did these get in?
Was the vehicle leaking?
They seemed to be embers from