The Heart of Space in Jiang Shu's dantian trembled slightly, as if responding to something.
He closed his eyes and sensed it for a moment. Then he suddenly opened them and said gravely, "It's not as simple as the Shattered Void Abyss. The space there... is alive."
Everyone was shocked.
Space was alive?
What did that even mean?!
Before they could ask, Jiang Shu had already waved his hand and opened an even larger Space Portal.
"Let's talk as we go. I can feel something happening there."
"Brother Zhan, send this footage back to the War Alliance first."
The War Alliance, the Bronze Ancestral Hall.
The twelve ancient bronze lamps suddenly went out all at once, and the bone cup in the Third Elder of the War Alliance's hand cracked with a sharp snap.
This old monster, who had lived for eighty thousand years, stared at the footage Mo Qiye had sent back, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the cup.
"The Nine Nether Yellow Springs Body..."
"I never thought this thing would return."
At that moment, a deep, muffled toll rang out beyond the hall, as if announcing something.
"Send the news to the other factions. Tell them to proceed with caution."
In the vast star system, eighteen Heavenly Craftsman Tribe giants forging stars all stopped hammering at once. The star cores in their furnaces exploded from the energy disturbance.
The molten Chaos Gold Essence in the clan chief's hand splashed onto the ground, but he paid it no mind at all and murmured to himself.
"That mark."
The oldest giant's voice trembled, and the scar on his chest throbbed faintly.
That wound had been left behind the last time the Doomsday Cult caused trouble. Even now, it still seeped black blood from time to time.
The Star