Time flowed like water.
「Two days later.」
The Thunderbolt Divine Boat smoothly arrived at the location of the Spirit Realm. Luo Xiu stood on the deck, his gaze piercing through the ship's protective barrier as he stared at the desolate cluster of meteorites shrouded in gray dust in the starry sky ahead.
That was the Spirit Realm. The shattered Spirit Realm.
From a distance, it resembled a broken skull floating in the cold, dark cosmos, radiating an aura of absolute death.
Zuo Qianhuang walked up to Luo Xiu's side and lamented, "Such a fine world, destroyed just like that. Truly a pity." He continued, "It is said that many years ago, the Spirit Realm was a mysterious world, peacefully tucked away in a corner of Tianhe, with little contact with the outside. Then one day, catastrophe struck from the heavens, and it was shattered by a single palm strike from the Pink Emperor."
Luo Xiu: "..."
"Fortunately, the teleportation array up there is still operational," Zuo Qianhuang added.
