Face-Smacking

Yu Sheng felt that he had already stumbled into plenty of spectacular situations during all his running around. From Ankaela to the Star Proliferation Body, those Dark Angels were more outrageous than the last. Even so, what he was experiencing right now still made him feel as though his heart had stopped.

He fell through a fissure in the planet's crust, reduced to nothing but an empty shell. Inside the planet, the strata spread overhead like a faintly glowing rocky sky. At the planet's core, the Eden Gate resembled a hole piercing through space-time, continuously devouring the light around it. A giant skeleton wreathed in holy radiance floated above that void, bright flames burning calmly in its eye sockets.

The Unified Army fleet's orbital bombardment was still underway. Destructive artillery battered the planet's thin shell, yet it had still failed to break through the rock and soil above the Eden Gate.

Now Yu Sheng understood why this abnormal planet had managed to survive until now. The faint lights wandering across the planet's inner crust were constantly repairing and supporting it.

In a sense, the planet known as the Holy Realm had long since become a cradle for angels—or even part of the angels themselves.

Yu Sheng continued falling. His gaze was uncontrollably drawn to the Eden Gate behind the Shadowless Bones. He even felt that attraction taking physical form, as though countless vines and roots were growing from the pitch-black hole, winding around his hands and feet and dragging his soul down.

"World Bridge..."

Yu Sheng muttered instinctively, but suddenly recalled the "blueprints" branded deep within his mind.

Those ancient, enormous Energy Glands, Imaginary Number Calculation Units, living runes, and Superstring Structures...

They had been branded into him after he devoured the World Bridge's control mechanism, knowledge originating from the