The chaotic turbulence of the collapsing Netherworld gnawed at everything like a giant beast, and chaotic void gales tore at every inch of space while millions of twisted cracks ripped across the firmament. The First Generation Palace Master hovered above the collapsing core, the Nether Flames burning all around her freezing even the raging void storms. That pair of eyes, spanning hundreds of millions of years, pierced through the turbulence and stabbed coldly at the battered Little Nianyao: "Vessel, it is time to return to your place!" A flame-engulfed arm broke through the chaos, striking straight ahead, and the humming of death chains rang out against the young girl's spiritual platform.
In excruciating pain, the Star Lock Core instinctively trembled and wailed! It was no longer merely a resonance alarm, but rather the elegy of a dying creature. The final embers of the Buddha-Demon bloodline suddenly erupted—black and gold interlaced patterns burned wildly beneath her pale skin, and the scorching pain reached the depths of her soul, yet it forcefully lent strength to her dying body. She suddenly turned sideways, the burning claw-like fingers brushing right past her left ear, instantly reducing strands of her hair to thin blue smoke. She rolled to dodge, and the gale tore her sleeve open, revealing countless fine stellar meridian pathways glowing beneath the skin of her arm, resembling a map of stellar veins coming to life.
"Hmph, instinctual struggle." The First Generati…
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