Planet Jiuzhou’s situation was very bad, and so was Lin Xiaohe’s.
The system’s self-destruct countdown had only three minutes left.
Lin Xiaohe tried every method, but nothing changed.
It was like a computer—once it shuts down, no software will run.
The more desperate the situation, the calmer Lin Xiaohe became.
She thought of Kailin Reynolds’s quarter of Godhood, and mobilized the last trace of [the Unspeakable Existence] to search for the Godhood.
Her perspective seemed to shoot upward rapidly, like an arrow loosed from a bow, flying toward an open dark hole.
Along the way, flames ignited one after another, like stars.
Lin Xiaohe didn’t know what these flames were. She felt a powerful suction, pulling her toward them.
Time seemed to freeze—or rather, time here was different from time in the fourth dimension.
Three minutes was no longer three minutes.
Rising continuously, higher and higher, Lin Xiaohe finally entered the hole.
She felt as if her feet were on solid ground, a peculiar sense of security washing over her.
The tunnel was deep, with no light.
Lin Xiaohe made a swift decision and sped into the tunnel.
Having experienced the Rock Clan, Lin Xiaohe was well adapted to this kind of dark, enclosed tunnel environment.
Lin Xiaohe’s steps paused—she seemed to see many crystal Aola people.
Their crystalline, translucent glow was like meteors falling into the atmosphere, dazzling and piercing.
Lin Xiaohe didn’t choose to retreat, but continued forward.
Two hundred meters, one hundred meters…
Clang, clang, clang!
Like an incomparably hard stone, Lin Xiaohe slammed fiercely into the cluster of crystal Aola people.
Relying on the fiery red Zerg battle armor and the Rock Clan’s [Source Body], Lin Xiaohe charged forward, unstoppable.
The dense mass of crystal Aola people was shattered to pieces by this brute force and overwhelming momentum.
Crystal powder floated in the tunnel like stardust, giving off a faint, shimmering glow.
This should have been an incredibly dreamlike scene, yet it was filled with the aesthetics of violence.
Lin Xiaohe had no intention of admiring it and continued deeper into the tunnel.
At the end of the tunnel, a cluster of bright light lit up.
Lin Xiaohe quickened her pace and ran toward it.
When she saw clearly what was at the end, she froze in place.
Beneath her feet was a broad, flat altar platform. To her left was an altar with no visible end, magnificent and mysterious, ancient and dark.
Above on the right side, it was empty—there was nothing there.
But there should have been thousands of crystal skulls, jingling and clinking, greeting her.
Lin Xiaohe knew where she was.
This was the [Land of God’s Fall]. She had been here before.
For a moment, Lin Xiaohe thought of many things.
What exactly had brought her here? The Godhood? [The Unspeakable Existence]?
The first time—had the God Sovereign really forcibly pulled her here? The God Sovereign had been trapped here for so long. Had he ever tried to pull anyone else?
Lin Xiaohe’s heart trembled slightly.
The feeling of returning to a familiar place was too subtle, especially when that place was so mysterious.
The moment she thought about how she had left the Land of God’s Fall, Lin Xiaohe’s scalp tingled, and a rare trace of fear rose in her.
Just then, at the top of the altar, a black figure slowly rose coldly.
Lin Xiaohe had an excellent memory. She recognized at a glance that this person must be the black figure from the Sacred Stele who had told her to defect to other candidates of the Destined Ones!
What was the connection between this place and the Sacred Stele?
Why did the black figure appear in both places?
There was another possibility—the black figure was not someone from the Sacred Stele. He was an outsider.
If he was an outsider, then who was he? Where did he come from? Why could he enter the Sacred Stele and gain its recognition?
The altar emitted a dazzling white light—not as gentle as the blessing of the Witch Clan civilization’s Sacred Stele, but full of oppressive might, dispersing the darkness around it.
The ground trembled continuously, and the distant ship graveyard let out a faint hum.
Lin Xiaohe watched the black figure warily, [the Indescribable Existence] coiling around her fingertips.
The black figure’s intimidation was too great—greater than the Giant Tomb Zhou, greater than Jörmungandr.
Lin Xiaohe pressed her lips tightly together, resolving in her heart: if the black figure was the mastermind behind everything, she would use [the Indescribable Existence] to take him down with her!
The black figure flew higher and higher, and all the white light from the altar was absorbed by him. The surroundings dimmed once more.
Lin Xiaohe, clad in fiery red battle armor, holding a spear in one hand and [the Unspeakable Existence] in the other, met the black figure’s gaze. His black eyes were deeper than a black hole.
“Who are you?”
The black figure didn’t speak, staring fixedly at the ship graveyard that seemed to be letting out a mournful cry.
Time passed second by second. Lin Xiaohe felt her heart pounding, her gaze heavy as water, her whole body radiating killing intent.
The black figure’s momentum climbed steadily, already strong enough to make Lin Xiaohe’s blood run cold!
She couldn’t wait any longer.
Lin Xiaohe made a decisive move, raising her spear and charging!
The black figure finally absorbed the last trace of white light and let out a strange sound, as if something held back for too long was finally released.
“How strange, where is this place? How is there a… ship, and a… altar?”
“This is the… place they’ve been hiding all along? Hahahaha, didn’t I still find it?! In the God Nation, [Domain Sovereigns] are not worth a dog. I’m not going to the front lines to be cannon fodder! Find a place to hide, and I, a mighty upper-tier [Domain Sovereign], am still a local overlord.”
After chattering on, he finally noticed Lin Xiaohe charging at him.
He curled his lip, not even putting Lin Xiaohe in his eyes: “Just a low-tier Aola Descension vessel, and you dare to act presumptuous in front of me?!”
Then, like a gaze that could pierce through all things, it shot toward Lin Xiaohe.
Instantly, that voice was scared out of its wits, terrified beyond measure.
“Motherf—! How do you have Godhood?!”
And such a unique, rare Godhood that makes people want to kneel the moment they see it?!
Was this reasonable?!
Were the Aola people this wealthy, able to give such a rare Godhood to a low-tier being?!
The black figure decided to go back first. He had already recorded this Descension point and Descension vessel. He would avoid this strange low-tier Aola person and come back next time!
“What’s going on?! Why can’t I get out?!”
The black figure froze in place.
Not only could he not go back, but worse—a portion of his Godhood had been drawn over and was now trapped inside this Descension vessel.
Lin Xiaohe’s spear thrust into the black figure’s chest.
A large gash immediately appeared on his chest. No blood flowed out—instead, black energy churned and rolled, continuously repairing the wound.
“Damn it! Stop!”
This was really fucking fatal.
Who had ever heard of a Descension vessel being injured and absorbing a [Domain Sovereign]’s power, even their Godhood?!
Completely upside down, wasn’t it?!
Lin Xiaohe was slightly stunned. The other party’s reaction was beyond her expectations.
She tentatively poked him again.
“Ow! Bastard, do you know who I am?!”
A trace of joy flashed through Lin Xiaohe’s eyes.
The louder he screamed, the more useless he was.
I poke, I poke, I poke poke poke!
