A gentle, unseen breeze stirred the feathers, for this sea had its own tides.
A nearly imperceptible thread connected heaven and earth, standing like a Stabilizing Needle in the midst of the Feather Sea.
The moment he saw this thin thread, Mo Ling knew what he had to do:
'Cut it.'
He just didn't know if his teleportation ability would work against this "uncuttable" thread.
Mo Ling looked at the machine. "So, as long as I cut this thread, Paradise Island will be destroyed?"
"Yes."
"Will the humans on the island, or we in the hub, be harmed in any way?"
"No. The surface of Paradise Island and the hub are at the very top and very bottom of the 'spring,' respectively. They will not be affected when the spring is released," the machine said with certainty.
As if worried Mo Ling wasn't convinced, it showed another projection:
