The cut earth-shaking bridge settled into the depths with a dying underground tremor.
Five miles of rotten-egg dust billowed upward from the deep pit. He smelled of burned granite and crushed nether-melted rock waste.
Lu Chen stood at the edge of the glass-fused black glass shelf, the fifty-pound Primordial Core-Shattering God Cleaver held loosely at his side. The golden star-fire along the cutting edge had cooled to an invisible, razor-thin hum. The decuple tiny blood vessel channels pulsed with quiet amber embers.
Then, the body backlash struck.
It didn’t come from an enemy. It came from the impossible physics of his own weapon.
The human brain, developed through millions of ages of mortal evolution, understands weight through heavy rush. When a fifty-pound mass accelerates, muscles anticipate drag. When it stops, tendons brace for moving driving force.
The Primordial God Cleaver possessed fifty pounds of tightly packed fire mass. But its zero-heavy rush gravity balance bypassed external torque entirely.
To Lu Chen’s muscles, the blade felt weightless. To his nervous system, swinging fifty pounds of matter with zero drag created a total sense contradiction.
