Coral Harbor's dawn was torn apart by the blare of alarms. Ning Xiaochuan rushed out of his cabin and saw that the northeastern sky had been completely consumed by the Black Rift, like a shattered mirror, a suffocating pressure seeping from its cracks.
"It's expanded by more than three times since we left..." Su Linger stood beside him, her silver hair whipped into disarray by the gale.
The Sacred Spirit Dragon flew high into the sky, its five-colored scales gleaming in the morning light. Little One had grown to the size of a hunting dog, his dragon horn beginning to take shape and his west fin spread like sails. He let out a young but resolute Dragon Roar at the rift, as though declaring war.
Cloud Wing hurried over. "The Teleportation Array is ready! But the energy fluctuation is too strong—we can only send two people over."
"You and Cloud Wing go first," Su Linger said immediately. "I'll bring Little One after you."
Ning Xiaochuan wanted to object, but time was too short. He could only nod. He and Cloud Wing stepped onto the hastily constructed Teleportation Platform. A flash of light passed before them, and the scene changed in an instant—the central plaza of the Sacred Source Land.
The situation here was even worse than at Coral Harbor. The rift in the sky had already sent down a black waterfall-like pillar of energy, striking directly at the ruins of the Sacred Source Tower. Star Radiance and the elders were leading the Guards in a desperate resistance, barely maintaining the final line of defense.
"Your Highness!" At the sight of Ning Xiaochuan, Star Radiance looked as if he had seen a savior. "The Primal Fragments are ready!"
Ning Xiaochuan swept his gaze around. "Where are the others?"
"They went to