The cabin was dim, lit only by the faint purple and silver glimmers emitted by the crystal fragments, casting mottled shadows across Ming Xin's face.
He sat cross-legged, placed the fragments before him, and held his hands above them. Dark gold Dominator energy and murky Shadow Power, like two trickling streams, carefully seeped into the fragments.
This was neither an attack nor a crude reading. It was a more delicate resonance and guidance, an attempt to awaken the residual echoes of information sleeping within, not yet completely erased by the contamination.
Ying Sha's consciousness was also highly focused, helping Ming Xin filter out the interference of Chaos energy and capture any genuine clues regarding the "anchor point" that might exist within those spiritual fragments.
The process was slow and arduous.
The energy structure within the fragments was extremely unstable, like a tower of sand that could collapse at any moment. Any excessive stimulation could cause the information to vanish completely.
Ming Xin had to control his perception with absolute precision, as if walking along a blade's edge.
Time passed in silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Ming Xin's eyes moved faintly beneath his tightly shut lids.
More coherent, yet far more chilling images began to emerge in fragments—
They no longer showed prosperity, but the instant the apocalypse descended.
The sky had been torn open by enormous wounds streaming with dark purple pus, and a Chaos torrent poured down like a waterfall. But the world did not wait helplessly for its end.
Countless silver-white beams rose from the ground, from orbit, and from hidden deep facilities, attempting to construct energy barriers and neutralize the contamination.
The image flickered and shifted to the interior of a massive underground facility. People in heavy Protective Suits operated frantically at control panels, their