The energy transfer continued for a long time.
Only after Summers's body had recovered seventy percent did Blind Ancient withdraw its jointed limbs.
Then...
It opened its eyes.
Two enormous, gray-white eyes without pupils turned toward the Solar System.
For the first time.
For the first time, it turned its gaze toward that "barren, utterly impoverished little realm."
A psychic pulse spread from within its body. It was not speaking to Summers. It was not speaking to any single individual.
It was speaking to the entire species.
Every member of the Gold-Eater Clan... from the deepest reaches to the front lines, from the weakest fist-sized individuals to the surviving Children of God.
They all received that psychic pulse at the same time.
There were only two brief commands.
"Wait."
"I'm coming."
The entire Black Tide... stopped.
Hundreds of millions of individuals stopped advancing in the same instant.
Blind Ancient's body moved.
That shell, larger than the moon, drew in all its jointed limbs. The furrows across its surface began to close.
The entire sphere slowly compressed. It was not shrinking, but tightening.
Like an enormous beast that had slept too long and finally decided to stretch its limbs.
Its target.
The Solar System.
That backwater with only one being in the Celestial Immortal Realm.
It would go see for itself just what had killed six of its eight Children of God.
Pengcheng!
Chen Hao finished that bowl of hot noodles.
Chen Siyao had made the broth. She had added too much seasoning, and it was salty. But he said nothing and drank every last drop.
Yang Wanqing glanced at him as she cleared away the bowl, hesitating to speak. Chen Siyao sat across from him with her Wristband's projection on, displaying the latest front-line data Qin Zheng had sent.
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