At that moment, more memories poured out from the deepest reaches of his soul all at once.
"Aaaah!! It hurts!"
His voice trembled.
Purple Demon Chi spilled from his body again, spreading uncontrollably in all directions.
The stone paving of the dock began to crack. Fissures spread outward from beneath Wangchuan's feet, crawling over the entire shore like a spiderweb.
"Tso Lan."
"I am Tso Lan, and I am Wangchuan."
He clutched his head, his body shaking violently, his nails digging into his skin as blood slid down his temples.
The memories kept coming.
No, those were not memories.
That was him.
It had always been him.
The iron crates stacked on the dock floated up one after another, the heavy metal as weightless as foam in the distorted gravity.
The sea began to churn. Seawater peeled away from the seabed, forming one floating mound of water after another.
"Damn it!"
Wangchuan growled.
He wanted to control these powers, but those memories were too vast, too ancient. Each fragment carried the weight of tens of millions of years, crushing him until he could barely breathe.
"It has been too long."
"Too long."
The gravitational effect continued to expand.
On the streets of the Sabaody Archipelago, pedestrians suddenly felt themselves grow lighter.
A woman buying fruit watched the oranges in her bag float out and hover before her.
She froze.
Then her feet left the ground too.
"Aaaaah!"
Screams rose one after another.
It was not just one person. It was everyone.
Across the Sabaody Archipelago, more than a dozen islands began losing gravity at once. Residents, tourists, pirates, Marines-everyone was slowly rising.
Trees tore free by their roots, buildings began to crack, and stones and roof tiles spun through the air.
"What's going on?!"
"What's happening?!"
"Mom! I'm flying!"
"Help!"