Everyone looked up.
Countless people stood with their mouths agape, unable to utter a single sound.
The scene before them, which defied the very limits of imagination, had stunned them into utter silence.
Lin Ye withdrew his war blade and, with a casual toss, sent it flying precisely back into Hu Dahai's sheath.
He held out his hand.
Light converged.
A cube, glowing with a golden radiance and seemingly containing infinite mysteries within, hovered silently in his palm.
"This is what we came in here for, wasn't it?"
"The Ark Fire Seed Source... If I wanted it, it would be mine for the taking."
As he spoke, Lin Ye closed his fingers. The Ark Fire Seed Source, a figment of his own creation, was easily crushed, dissolving into a shower of brilliant motes that filled the air.
Immediately, the surrounding cosmos shattered, and the scene shifted in a blur.
The next moment, they found themselves standing in a grand hall that was both incredibly familiar and profoundly solemn.
