The live chat exploded.
"How big is that Tianwu? Has anyone calculated it?"
"Ten thousand meters at least. Judging by the height of those clouds... maybe close to thirty thousand."
"What does thirty thousand meters even mean? More than three times Mount Everest?"
"It's not about height... it's his volume. His legs are mountain ranges. One leg is as thick as a mountain is wide."
"He mentioned the Nine Provinces! He knows about Blue Star!"
"Guixu? What's Guixu?"
"It's recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas! Guixu is where all rivers converge, at the far end of the East Sea!"
"If he charged onto Blue Star... one stomp!"
"Can the High God win? That thing's as big as a comet..."
"Just how high is the High God's cultivation realm?"
"That Tianwu can even speak human language."
Chen Siyao glanced at the chat.
She answered no questions. No interaction. Not a word.
She reached out and touched the Recording Crystal.
The image went black.
A notification appeared simultaneously on the screens of 530 million viewers: "The streamer has ended the livestream."
Millions of messages flooded the chat in its final moment, but no one could see them anymore.
Chen Siyao sat before the rock wall.
Waiting.
Elsewhere.
Guixu.
Chen Hao stood on the sea.
He had already dismissed his barrier. He didn't need it. Beneath his feet was a tiny point of light condensed from spiritual energy, just large enough for both feet.
Before him stood Tianwu.
The lord of Guixu.
His tiger body rose from the sea, finally revealing the full extent of what had previously been submerged.
Eight legs, each thicker than the widest skyscraper on Blue Star. With every step, the displacement of his legs forced the seawater aside, sending a ring-shaped tsunami spreading in every direction.