Chapter 1922: Coincidence
Du Zhaodi did not answer the question. Instead, she silently gazed at the enormous phantom of the "Ascension Light" beneath her feet.
But at this moment, the enormous phantom was no longer spewing forth an endless quantity of ascension light. It was dense sewage and black smoke.
"So the Ascension really has been infected?"
The organizer of the Immortality Merchant Guild, Yuan, walked over to Du Zhaodi and asked.
"Mm. It's been polluted."
"Fortunately, it wasn't the wonder that was polluted, but only the Ascension system itself. Otherwise..." Yuan turned his head and smiled at Du Zhaodi, his tone as casual as if he were talking about the weather. "You probably wouldn't have gotten a ticket."
Du Zhaodi did not respond at once. She fell silent, shifting her gaze away from Yuan's seemingly perpetually carefree face and turning it toward the distant front once more.
There, something floated quietly.
An ark.
It was so enormous that no known scale could measure it. Its entire body was an extreme darkness that seemed incapable of reflecting light, like a tangible, solidified void in the universe. Its lines were simple to the point of being almost ruthless, with no superfluous decorations or structures, yet it radiated an unparalleled, overwhelming presence.
It merely stayed there, yet it seemed to have become the anchor of this spacetime—or even... its boundary.
It could cross universes, and even escape the universe itself.
This was the Ark!
"Yeah, the ticket," Du Zhaodi said, her meaning unclear.
The flames of war were no longer confined to a single arm or a single river of stars.
They used the universe itself as a canvas, splashing it with the colors of destruction. The territories of the civilized factions, those star maps once illuminated by the combined radiance