The quiet room was very quiet.
The floor slowly rose.
Jing Jiu leaned back in his wheelchair, thinking about many things.
What had that god been thinking when he entered One Sword for All Things and charged toward those stars?
Now that he was inside One Sword for All Things, how could he break free of it completely?
It seemed he would have to ask Snow Ji about that prison and that advanced civilization whose whereabouts were unknown.
Even if she was only a manufactured warden and knew nothing of that civilization's main body, she ought to know something.
The door of the quiet room opened, and everyone walked out. After leaving the cave abode, they discovered that the sky was actually black.
Their conversation had not taken very long. Night should not have fallen yet.
The sun had been blocked.
That patch of blackness grew larger and larger, and the light on the small island grew dimmer and dimmer.
The sea wind howled, and waves rolled outward in every direction.
Only when that patch of blackness descended onto the sea did everyone realize it was a mass of cloud.
Big One had received Qing'er's message and flown back from the distant sun.
Corpse Dog lay on his back, only his ordinary size, his body covered in bloody wounds, like a gemstone of black and red.
In years past, it had always been Big One lying on Corpse Dog's back. Today, their positions were reversed.
Snow Ji sat on top of Big One's head with her eyes closed. She too looked extremely weak, like a tiny grain of rice.
Qing'er flew back onto Zhao Layue's shoulder and said, "They should all survive."
Big One shook himself, his long fur tossing like wisps of cloud, and returned to his usual size.