"Hmph!"
When it came to generosity, I'd never been outdone, whether as the Apocalypse or the King of Prison Break.
As the terrifying shockwave hit, Fu Qian successfully turned Old Man Feng into an even finer mist of blood. He felt no pride at all, considering it routine.
As for what wasn't routine?
This ground seemed a little too hard.
Fu Qian studied Nepheli's corpse, the only thing that still retained some semblance of its shape. His gaze soon fell on the ground beneath it.
That kick could have brought even an ordinary high-tier Transcendent down, yet it had only cracked the floor's top coating. Beneath it lay flawless, jet-black darkness.
As various wreckage sank into it, the blackness spread at astonishing speed until it was everywhere.
The newborn Nepheli had held in her hands had already burrowed inside before that, and its cries never stopped.
The one silver lining was that they had blended perfectly with the cries that had been so hard to make out before.
So not only was it just as he'd suspected—the miracle had already been activated several times—but every newborn produced by its successful activation had hidden in this place in advance?
His theory had been confirmed, but the result was hardly good news.
Because Fu Qian could more or less guess what this all-pervasive blackness was: the Mind World, which had rejected him several times before.
It wasn't that Fu Qian had heard some whispers from the mind. On the contrary, he couldn't hear anything at all.
It was just like the second test conducted beneath the Institute of Curses.
Su Gao had successfully entered the Mind World, but the scene she reported encountering was different from before. She'd entered a pitch-black, utterly silent region, as if part of the Mind World had