"The Mother Empress is growing more and more restless."
On a snowfield, beneath the ice and snow, lay a vast mineral vein rich in gold and copper. Bai Luo stood upon the snowfield and looked up at the firmament. Above her, another world was drawing ever closer, as though the two might collide at any moment.
Yet compared to that world, she seemed to glimpse something even more terrifying—a Demon King that blotted out worlds, brimming with an aura of annihilation. Its true body was a churning mass of abyssal darkness, from which countless tentacles stretched out and brutally pierced this world.
The Mother Empress had always been something terrifying, but before this, it had never felt so dreadful to Bai Luo.
And because of that, she finally understood why Chu Guang had said long ago that the reason anyone had survived at all was because the Mother Empress had done so deliberately.
That deliberateness was probably this: a punch that should have carried ten tenths of its strength, enough to wipe out humanity outright, had instead held back three tenths. And so, only ninety-nine point nine percent had died...
"This is only the beginning. How could the cancer of the world be anything simple?"
At that moment, Chu Guang sat cross-legged atop a sled, a black longsword resting across his knees. Hearing Bai Luo's murmur, he answered directly without even opening his eyes.
Thanks to this reincarnator's outright cheat-like advantage, this rescue operation had gone unprecedentedly smoothly. Both the number of bases constructed and the speed at which they had been built had far surpassed the highest records from dungeon raids. It was even more perfect than the limit strategies later deduced by those top experts during their post-battle reviews.
And naturally, the reason for it all was Bai