Fang Chen frowned slightly.
He could sense how complex the altar's inner structure was. As the Chaos Thousand-Eyed Worm fused her Soul Origin into it, she had driven her will into every crevice like an octopus thrusting its tentacles through the altar, binding its runes and Energy Nodes to her at a profound level.
Those bonds ran deep—as deep as roots in soil, as blood in bone. They were far more than simple connections of energy.
Now the pull of the Samsara Vortex was stripping those roots away layer by layer. It was like uprooting an ancient tree buried deep in the earth; every inch took tremendous effort.
Meanwhile, the Chaos Thousand-Eyed Worm's voice had lost all its former imperial composure.
"Human! What do you hope to gain from this? Do you think swallowing me into that vortex will settle everything? I am one with this altar! If it collapses, my Origin will burst apart too! The force will blast this entire Chaos Space into nothingness!"
Fang Chen's eyes flickered.
He could hear the bluster beneath her threats. She was like a cat cornered against a wall, baring its claws and hissing when it had nowhere left to run.
He said nothing. Instead, he poured more power into the Floating Immortal Sword.
The Samsara Vortex spun faster than ever. Gray currents at its edge blazed with dazzling light like an ignited nebula, and its pull surged to another level, as though a sleeping giant beast had finally opened its eyes.
The altar was dragged forward several more yards. Less than a hundred yards separated it from the darkness at the vortex's center.
The pain in Fang Chen's soul grew sharper.
But he did not stop.
He continued directing the Heaven Mending Goddess.
The Heaven Mending Goddess spun in place. Five-colored