Gu Qingshan stood there for a while.
There was no movement in the blood mist, and the Overlooker of Myriad Worlds did not appear.
"Sir?"
Gu Qingshan tentatively called out.
The only response was a series of spine-chilling chewing sounds.
"Guh-guh-guh—crunch crunch—slurp—gulp—cough—guh-guh—crunch—"
The sounds continued without pause, as if some being that had been hungry for an eternity was devouring its meal with wild abandon.
A full quarter of an hour passed.
"Ptooey!"
The sudden sound rang out. At the same time, a shadow darted out of the blood mist.
Gu Qingshan sidestepped the shadow and let it fall to the ground, where it bounced several times.
"Take it."
A muffled voice came from the blood mist.
Gu Qingshan heard it and looked down at the shadow on the ground.
It turned out to be a dark-gray pentagonal block etched with all kinds of strange patterns.
A line of glowing text appeared in the void:
"You have discovered the World Belonging Holy Relic." "Description: A World System has already become a ruin. Its core manifestation was swallowed by an unspeakable Apocalypse until you killed it."
Gu Qingshan happily stepped forward, picked up the Pentagon Block, and said, "Thank you."
"Thank yourself. You killed that prey. I merely—"
The Overlooker of Myriad Worlds' voice paused. Then it let out a long breath and said contentedly:
"...Delicious... This one was well worth it..."
BOOM!!!
A gale swept through. The blood mist churned violently and spread in all directions like a surging tide.
For some reason, Gu Qingshan sensed a certain emotion from the other party.
—Like a ferocious beast that had just awoken, blinking its sleepy eyes as it prepared to do something.
Gu Qingshan remained where he was, his expression growing solemn.
A moment later.
The Overlooker of Myriad