Qu Zhu struggled to prop himself up through the pain and turned his head, trembling slightly. In an instant, his whole body went rigid.
It had moved.
The creation clinging to the dome like tree roots, the thing he had thought he had perfectly bypassed, was slowly turning its body.
For the next ten years, this scene remained branded into the man's dreams.
Neither his touch upon the Jade Pendant nor his triggering some hidden mechanism of the formation had alerted it. Only someone who had truly fathomed this great formation would have stood before this scene dazed and bereft.
He had clearly bypassed this defensive formation from its deepest foundations.
This enormous creation absolutely should not have reacted to his entry at all!
Unless it was truly alive.
The Star Worm turned its body, its hideous head already emerging from the ceiling. The scene beside the lake that night was about to repeat itself here.
Qu Zhu looked up at it all, his face pale. However fiercely he advanced in the Formation Dao, he would never understand how a formation could give these hundreds of millions of tons of metal something approaching an independent consciousness!
Cruel reality dealt this self-proclaimed genius an even heavier blow-even in the field you thought so highly of yourself in, you were nothing but a frog at the bottom of a well.
For thousands of years, countless human geniuses had shone like shooting stars, while the Tomb of Buried Stars had watched them turn to withered dust, one after another. What made you think you were the most special one?
Most of the head had emerged. At last, Qu Zhu snapped awake, his heart and lungs clenching violently. Gritting his teeth and pressing his lips together, he staggered to his feet and lunged toward