"Mm!"
Ye Qingci nodded gently. The Myna bird and the others were right. Fang Chen still had them.
Meanwhile, in another part of the Spirit Crane Space...
City Lord Gaoluo, Yun Qingshan, and Mu Hongxue stood together, their faces pale as paper.
City Lord Gaoluo's gaunt body shook violently in the aftershocks. He stared at the dark red light fading outside, his eyes filled with terror and despair.
"Lord Divine Envoy!"
His voice was as rough as if it had been scraped with sandpaper, each word carrying a dreamlike daze. "He was at the center of the explosion!"
Yun Qingshan did not finish speaking. He stood there, watching the dark red light slowly fade. His lips moved a few times, but no sound came out.
Light churned wildly in Mu Hongxue's blood-red eyes, like a blazing fire swaying in a fierce wind.
The explosion went on for a long time, as though it would last forever.
At its center was a human-shaped skeleton, clutching a sword. It was the Floating Immortal Sword.
The skeleton was Fang Chen's.
Powerful as the self-destruction of a Mid-Stage Ninth-Turn Immortal Emperor was, it had torn apart Fang Chen's flesh but could not destroy his bones. They were simply too strong.
Even Fang Chen himself had not expected that.
I never thought my bones had become this strong!
Fang Chen marveled inwardly.
Bzz, bzz, bzz!
The Floating Immortal Sword vibrated fiercely. A strange force spread outward, drawing the scraps of flesh and blood scattered through the storm back toward him to reassemble...
When the dark red light finally began to fade, the devastation of the Cycle World came into view.
The sky was gone. In its place stretched an endless expanse of shattered void. Torn Space Rifts ran across where the heavens had once been