Fu Sha's father said with utmost reverence, "For us to be able to follow you, my lord, is truly the fortune of three lifetimes. I beg you to take us in, so that I may contribute my meager strength to your supreme great undertaking!"
"Please take us in, my lord!" Fu Sha hurriedly echoed.
"Easy, easy—haha!"
In an excellent mood, Zhang Kuang grinned broadly. "Fine, I'll take you in. I—"
"Mm~ This venerable one does indeed need some underlings to serve tea and run errands."
Tens of thousands of miles to the north, Song Prefecture, Mystic Capital City.
Under the impact of the relentless, violent earthquake just now, the once-grand imperial capital had now been reduced to a field of shattered walls and ruins.
The steam pipes that had once hung high between the buildings had all snapped and fallen, smashing the ground into a haze of billowing smoke and pockmarked craters. As for the other towering skyscrapers and all manner of technological marvels, most had likewise broken apart and collapsed, turning into ruins that carpeted the ground.
Amid those innumerable ruins, a scene of devastation as far as the eye could see, countless cries and pleas for help rang out without end.
It could only be called tragic—tragic beyond measure.
Emperor Xianwu, Qiu Fangzheng himself, was floating in the air with a grim expression.
Vast, oceanlike true essence surged from him, stabilizing the land below that still trembled with aftershocks.
He forcibly held fast mountains on the verge of collapse and forcibly sealed the abyssal chasms that had torn through the earth's crust.
Even as he did so, his face remained heavy, and deep in his eyes was an undisguisable terror.
The reason for his fear was the earth-shaking, terrifying mad laughter from moments ago, which had made the