They raced onward, none of them speaking.
Everything that had happened in the Ruins Realm kept replaying in their minds.
Especially that indistinct black shadow suspended deep within the darkness.
A single glance had left all three struggling to breathe.
And then there was Arrogance's mocking remark: "Ruins isn't worthy."
Su Ming's gaze was as dark as ink that would not dissolve.
For tens of thousands of years, every living being in the Great Thousand Worlds had taken it for granted that the Abnormal originated from Ruins, and that the supreme will was Ruins itself.
But now, it seemed they had been completely wrong.
That black shadow was not Ruins.
It was an existence more terrifying than the seven Great Emperors, its cultivation firmly above the Great Emperor realm.
It lurked in the deepest reaches of Ruins, hiding itself behind Ruins' aura while controlling the Abnormal Clan as they gnawed away at the Great Thousand Worlds.
Then what was the real Ruins?
How much of the truth the Human Emperor had uncovered back then had he left unspoken?
Countless questions circled through Su Ming's mind.
But he had no spare energy to ponder them now.
His injuries were worsening. Although no pursuers had emerged from the Ruins Realm behind them,
the gaze of that supreme will still seemed to rest on his back through layer upon layer of void.
Cold and condescending, with the indifference of someone looking at an ant.
"Slow down first."
Su Ming suddenly spoke, suppressing the metallic sweetness rising in his throat.
"Their avatars probably can't leave the Ruins Realm."
He had noticed it during their escape.
The three Great Emperor avatars had stopped when they reached the vicinity of the Boundary Gate.
They had merely roared and hurled threats from behind the gate, never crossing