The terrifying vortex still hung in the sky.
Not only had it failed to vanish with Hu Yongchang's death, it had grown even larger and begun to connect with the real world. The mirage-like scene was becoming more solid by the moment.
Illusion was turning into reality.
Nothing was becoming something!
"Just as I thought."
"Hu Yongchang's greatest value was providing coordinates and offerings of worship. Breaking through the void came second."
"He was just a tool."
Jiang Qiao's gaze grew grave.
Deep within that sinister vortex, a dazzling milky-white light began to seep out. From it, he sensed a vast Life Aura.
The aura felt both strange and familiar.
He had encountered it only around Moon Laurel and in the illusion not long ago.
"So it seems."
"My guess was right."
"That island is connected to the Supernatural Source, and Moon Laurel is tied to it as well."
As he pondered this—
Boom!
A deafening blast erupted.
A violent explosion tore through the vortex. The swirling clouds shook wildly, as though someone were stirring them from within. Then corpses began falling from its depths, one after another!
“Ancient Corpse?”
Jiang Qiao's pupils narrowed as he fixed his gaze on the corpses raining from the sky.
They were very old.
Some wore ancient garments, while others were dressed in primitive animal hides.
But some of them...
Were wearing modern clothes!
"There are even modern people. They must be from the previous civilization."
Modern people, too, are Ancient Corpses.
Several thousand years had passed at the very least. For all he knew, it could have been over ten thousand.
Rumble!
After the Ancient Corpses fell, the vortex expanded further. Strange cries echoed from within, sounding at once like screams and laughter.
The scene brimmed with life, yet carried an unmistakably sinister