As the words fell!
Zhang Chu stepped forward.
Boom!!...
The moment that step landed, the entire dark red platform sank violently, like a giant beast that had slept for ten thousand years being stepped on the spine.
Within the gullies beneath his feet, the flowing dark red radiance suddenly accelerated, like countless startled blood vessels contracting simultaneously.
Lan's dark red pupils contracted slightly for an instant.
She stood in place, watching Zhang Chu's back.
Watching those half-golden, half-white strands of hair whip backward in a windless air.
Watching the Silver Vertical Mark between his brows like a ignited lunar scar.
Then she spoke, her voice carrying a solemnity for the first time that had never existed before.
"What are you going to do?"
Zhang Chu did not turn back.
His Spiritual Power spread to its absolute limit at that moment.
The three-hundred-li Sea of Consciousness was like a giant net stretched open, covering every inch of the entire Purgatory Heaven.
Hum hum hum! দী...
He raised his right hand, his five fingers spreading open.
Palm facing downward, dark golden light condensed into a slowly rotating vortex in his palm!
That was his strongest power at this moment!
The resonance of the four Seven Limits Steles.
The fusion of five Manifestations.
As well as the "Kong" emitted by the Ancient Mirror!
Zhang Chu spoke, his voice as steady as if he were stating a fact that had already occurred.
"You said the Emotion Clan could seal the cracks of the Three Worlds Well because the 'emotion' within that crack has not fully returned to its place. Then I ask you, what if I seal the eighth crack right now?"
Lan's movement abruptly paused.
"The eighth crack?"
She repeated the word, something violently surging within her dark red eyes.
"You mean 'Origin'?