At the southern edge of Deck 12 inside the buried Canglan Ark, the hundred-foot-wide abyssal shaft leading down to the fifty-mile planetary core was completely choked by a forty-foot-thick knot of mangled Rank 8 Star-Steel Hull Plates.
Ten thousand years ago, when the ten-mile-wide Planetary Spirit-Draining Nail had smashed down through the warship, it had folded the ship’s bottom armor plates inward like crumpled tin foil. Worse yet, for ten millennia, the foul blood-red curse aura radiating from the Nail’s flank had soaked into the twisted Star-Steel, turning the silver metal a sickly, pulsing dark crimson.
Thick ribbons of corrosive black-red mist drifted up from the tangled metal, hissing like poisonous snakes whenever they touched the clean air of the factory floor.
“Wait a minute...”
Standing beside Pei Xuan at the edge of the pit, Sword Genius Ye Guhan froze, his hand tightening on the hilt of his frost-white longsword as his eyebrows twitched upward.
“Lord Pei,” Ye Guhan said slowly, his cold, proud eyes locking onto the forty-foot knot of pulsing red-silver metal. “What did you just say about the Upper-Realm cultivator who left this cursed metal here?”
Pei Xuan kept a completely straight face, clasping his hands behind his back like a benevolent teacher sharing a tragic historical fact.
