Within the Breakpoint, as the anchor was restored, the false passage of time vanished into ashes.
The world collapsed inch by inch, and boundless darkness gradually swept in, swallowing everything.
All things swiftly disappeared, following that immense Vortex back to where they originally belonged.
The great building was about to fall.
At this very moment, witnessing it all, Ji Jue had only one thought left in his heart...
Hurry up and fucking scavenge!
If not now, then when?!
After sending away the freshly forged salted fish and Ghost Artisan, who bore the Celestial Foundation, Ji Jue dove headfirst into the world on the verge of dissipating and began frantically looting it.
The myriad phenomena of the Imperial Capital were merely projections born of time. They came into being with the world and perished with it; at most, they could earn money locally and spend it locally. Not a single cent could be brought home.
But foreign things were different.
The seeds Spider had left behind, Ye Xian's preparations, the materials dropped by Tower's Shadow, fragments of the throne, even those several unprecedented Thunder Nine Forms that would never exist again in the future... Even if he could not activate them, could he not dismantle them for consumable materials to improve the proficiency of his own Nine Forms?
Take it all, take it all, take it all!!
Take everything!
In just a few minutes, Ji Jue's hands moved so fast they almost left afterimages. With hundreds, perhaps thousands, of freshly assembled self-propelled machines, he began feverishly stripping the battlefield clean.
Big undertakings were big undertakings; everyday life was everyday life. When it was time to be generous, one had to know how to throw away a fortune without blinking. But when it was time to be frugal, refusing to waste even