The dust settled.
Deep within the ancient forbidden zone, all that remained was the twisted, abstract silhouette of the "vessel," and before him, a golden light point, thoroughly shattered and turned into nothingness.
It was Yu Kong's sword, as well as... part of his body?
The "vessel" stood still, the runes on its surface flickering unstably, as if the backlash had not fully subsided.
He looked at the rapidly dissipating golden light, then at Xu Qinghan who lay collapsed in the distance, overwhelmed with sorrow, a cold calculation flashing in his hollow eye sockets.
The obstacle has been cleared.
But the anchor point passage has been severed, no longer complete.
The command cannot be fully executed.
He seemed to be recalculating, receiving new instructions from the Master of Nothingness in the depths of the cosmos.
Xu Qinghan struggled to crawl towards the place where the golden light was dissipating, tears streaming uncontrollably.
