The Great Lord of Annihilation

Rubbing his temples, Zhang Qi looked at the device on his wrist, where the time was displayed.

Three days had passed since Nous trapped him in the mental space...

On the screens by the street, notices written in Xianzhou Luofu script scrolled past.

"Notice: Sky-Faring Commission ports are temporarily sealed. All starskiffs are prohibited from taking off or landing without wartime authorization..."

That meant something had indeed happened over the past few days—something serious enough to place the Xianzhou in a state of emergency.

With that thought, he turned and ran deeper into the Divination Commission.

If he wanted to know what he had missed over the past three days, the Divination Commission was the fastest shortcut.

The Divination Commission was as quiet as ever, with only the low hum of the formation core operating in the distance.

He spotted Qingque at a glance.

Rather than slacking off in some corner as usual, she was uncharacteristically seated at her desk, handling documents with meticulous seriousness. For the undisputed queen of loafing to return to her post, the situation was clearly far more urgent than he had imagined.

After all, her guiding principle had always been that if the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up...

"Where have you been?"

Noticing Zhang Qi's gaze, Qingque's expression changed. She hurried over and asked in a lowered voice, "I went to the Artisanship Commission to look for you, but they said you never showed up.

"I thought someone had kidnapped you or something."

"A little accident happened. I'm fine now."

Zhang Qi casually came up with an excuse. He couldn't exactly say that he had solo-killed an Aeon over the past two days. That was simply too absurd.

"What happened these past few days...?"

"What happened?"

Qingque's eyes lit up. She