-It was only a great dream, empty in the end.
In this world of steam, filled with searing radiation and foul smells, Jing Jiu looked at Shen Yunmai, who resembled a heap of garbage, and listened to him tell a joke. A line of verse came to mind.
This was, of course, utterly inexplicable, just like what had happened to Shen Yunmai.
Since Shen Yunmai could still joke, he naturally would not die. Of course, with his body wrecked like this, there was little point in trying to save it.
A great deal of dust drifted beneath that enormous mushroom cloud. Deep within it lurked a faint trace of a gravitational force field that made Jing Jiu extremely uncomfortable.
He waved his hand, and several streaks of sword light tore through the air, sweeping away the dust and revealing what lay within.
The Gravitational Force Field Device had been melted into flowing metal by temperatures of tens of millions of degrees. Its original appearance was utterly unrecognizable.
A spatial fissure hovered above the black reef.
Beneath the dim daylight, the spatial fissure resembled an eye formed from black glass, with traces of scorching still on it. It looked exceptionally terrifying.
This spatial fissure had recently undergone fusion erosion, which was presumably the cause of the explosion.
If Shen Yunmai had not happened to be on this Vacation Planet, if he had not carried a Nuclear Reactor with him, if this spatial fissure had continued expanding and the Dark Matter Sea had come through... how many of the hundreds of millions of tourists and staff on this planet would have survived?
The question was, how had this spatial fissure formed? How had this High-Order Gravitational Force Field Generator appeared on a vacation planet?
Shen Yunmai had sensed it the