Liu Di remembered.
The old man had said that they had a neighboring city called Lianzhou.
It seemed that the entire Cosmic Heavenly Court continent was divided into "zhou," much like the ancient wilderness.
And Lianzhou, because it harbored those who defied the gods, was undergoing reeducation.
Liu Di vanished directly from the old man's sight. The old man did not dare make a move, only twitching his brow.
Liu Di passed through the crowd as the people continued raising their arms and repeating that string of code.
The Cosmic Heavenly Court spanned 700,000 light-years, the size of seven Milky Way Galaxies.
And not only was the area around the Heavenly Court isolated by causality—even every city was separated from the others by it.
Liu Di could not trace the Tian Jue Hao crew.
But the culprit who had abducted Little Liu and the others was a figure from ancient mythology. Could it be one of the "gods" the old man had mentioned?
Capture the gods!
Liu Di's gaze turned icy as he headed north.
With one step, he entered an opening cut out by the Space Urn. When he appeared again, he was already 500 kilometers away.
"A familiar feeling."
Liu Di looked up. What lay ahead appeared to be a primitive forest, yet it still concealed a plasma barrier. Just like the old man's location, there should have been a city within it—Lianzhou.
Space split apart once more.
The advantage of controlling space was that no matter one's position or the kind of defensive shield involved, he could pass through without distinction.
But no city appeared before Liu Di's eyes.
There was only an enormous crater. The earth was scorched black, the rocks had melted, and thick smoke rose from it. It stretched beyond sight. By rough estimate,