Alarms echoed wildly across the deck.
Harsh red lights flashed in alternating bursts, bathing the entire Immortal Court Prison Ship in blood-red light.
Old Ancestor Xuanming threw himself over the Formation Disk, his fat body quivering like a ball of flesh.
"They're here! The Heavenly Patrol Guards are coming to kill us!"
He wailed at the top of his lungs, his voice completely distorted.
Old Ancestor Cangwu sprang to his feet, forcibly interrupting the reforging of his sword intent halfway through.
The backlash rampaged through his body. He grunted, blood dripping from his chin onto the deck.
He did not wipe away the blood. Instead, he reached back and gripped the sword hilt at his waist, staring fixedly at the red dot rapidly approaching on the Star Map.
Zhou Xuan sat on the Throne without so much as shifting his posture.
He propped his chin on one hand, the black-gold halo beneath his black robe circulating steadily.
He lifted his eyelids and glanced at the Formation Disk.
The red dot moved in a straight line, showing no sign of changing course or slowing down.
Zhou Xuan stood and strolled leisurely over to the Formation Disk.
"Shut up."
He raised his foot and kicked Old Ancestor Xuanming in the backside.
Old Ancestor Xuanming rolled twice across the deck, clamping a hand over his mouth without daring to make a sound, his eyes darting about in terror.
Zhou Xuan tapped the Formation Disk twice, and the Star Map instantly enlarged.
The red dot's true identity came into view.
It was not a Heavenly Patrol Guards warship at all.
It was an enormous meteor caught in void turbulence, hurtling toward the Prison Ship along the current's path by sheer coincidence.
Once Old Ancestor Cangwu saw the image clearly, his taut body relaxed a