On the surface of a Gray Meteor Tear, a golden thread wound and flowed like a golden dragon swimming through a gray sea.
One golden thread meant the power of a one-turn Immortal Emperor.
Among the batch of Gray Meteor Tears Fang Chen had refined, this was the weakest kind.
Even so, it was enough to gravely wound a Seventh-Turn Immortal Emperor.
Its placement had to be precise.
Too close to a defensive node, and it would trigger an alarm.
Too far from the core structure, and the explosion would not destroy the Teleportation Array.
Only by placing them at nodes that were both concealed and critical could she cause the greatest destruction when they exploded.
Little Crane focused completely, not daring to let her attention wander for an instant.
In her Nine-Colored Eyes, she could see the path of every Rune on the Array Diagram, the position of every node, and the direction of flow through every energy channel.
To her, those Runes were no longer lifeless symbols. They were living, breathing, pulsing things.
She could sense their rhythms, the energy flowing between them, and their most vulnerable points.
This was the gift of the Void Crane Clan, an instinct etched deep into their Bloodline.
Even so, progress remained slow.
Placing each Meteor Tear took an enormous toll on her mind and time.
Sometimes she had to linger at a single spot for days, repeatedly checking the structure of the Formation Runes, the flow of energy, and the positions of the defensive nodes before she could be sure a placement was safe and effective.
The Seventh-Turn True Devil Emperors patrolling the platform made the process even harder.
Little Crane had to watch their movements constantly. She could move with care only when they turned away, when she was in