Although he had been mentally prepared for it—stealing for a thousand days meant eventually getting caught—Zhang Yang still jumped in fright.
But at that moment, an even more terrifying scene appeared.
Strands of sky-blue radiance gently rose around his true spirit, transforming into blue stars that drifted and revolved, dazzlingly beautiful.
Yet these blue stars actually severed Zhang Yang's connection with the Boat of Death. He could no longer teleport back.
"Hahaha! You little thief who stole the Embers of Civilization, run, then! To capture you, I went to such painstaking lengths. Now, if I don't refine you until your soul scatters, you'll really think this God-Refining Array is just for show!"
Cangdong Heavenly God's furious voice rang out. He sounded so hateful that his teeth seemed to itch.
To the vast majority of Heavenly Gods, the Embers of Civilization were harmless. Even many powerful gold-spending demigods would not take them seriously.
But the Spittoon Urn was specifically used to smuggle Time Scraps. Thus, as orthodox Embers of Civilization born on the main branch of the River of Time, they were its perfect natural counter.
A small amount of the Embers of Civilization posed no threat to the Spittoon Urn. To gather enough to refine it, Cangdong Heavenly God had spent more than a hundred thousand years planning and scheming. He had even gone so far as to cooperate with the virus clan, setting up hundreds of thousands of life-and-death arenas across several thousand civilizations in the Fifth Sequence.
Only by borrowing the Embers of Civilization produced by those life-and-death arenas had he finally established the God-Refining Array.
Yet some little thief who had crawled out of nowhere had already stolen more than one-thousandth of the total Embers of Civilization without him noticing.
How the hell was he supposed to