Inside the deep-blue bottle, Zhang Sanxian coldly sensed everything happening outside.
Anyone can flip the table.
He sneered inwardly. If you like starting over so much, I'll flip the Boundless Heavens and every world in them. Let's see how you play then.
Through repeated divinations, Zhang Sanxian had pinpointed the approximate coordinates of the Mortal Realm where the suspected Player Eight existed.
He intended to seize complete control of that world and seal it off.
Until Han Feiyu ascended to the Immortal Realm, entry would be permitted, but exit would not.
Any risk that might force another restart had to be eliminated in advance.
Across the Boundless Heavens stretched an endless void.
It was not an absolute nothingness, but a deep ocean that seemed to cradle countless pearls.
Mortal Realms of every shape and size hung like trillions of bubbles, drifting slowly through it.
Those "bubbles" shone in all manner of colors.
Some blazed like burning coals, brimming with life; some gleamed blue as gemstones, wreathed in mist; some were heavy and ocher, as though bearing the weight of countless ages; and others glistened green, like the essence of the Dao of Wood.
The distances between these mortal worlds were enough to drive anyone to despair.
Even the nearest lay trillions of miles apart, a gulf many mortal cultivators could never cross in their lifetimes.
Many more were separated by thousands upon thousands of light-years, each traveling alone through the endless dark.
Only their faint, intermittent glimmers gave proof that they existed.
Now the view plunged deeper into the endless void, deeper, and deeper still.
At last, it settled on one exceptionally strange "bubble"—one Mortal Realm.
Its color was neither bright nor vivid, but sickly and lifeless.
Unlike the other realms, this world resembled a fruit rotting from within.
Dull