Above the Central Continent, the thousand-foot [Rank 7 Script-Erasure Seal] spun like a millstone of black and crimson lightning, descending through the clouds with a shriek that made space itself curl at the edges.
Ten seconds.
Nine seconds.
Every yard the Upper-Realm seal dropped, the air beneath it turned into grey ash. As the Heavenly Script Pavilion’s erasure law attempted to delete Supreme Sword Mountain and the Gu Family Courtyard like a crossed-out sentence on a page.
Down in the courtyard, however, Gu Changsheng didn’t even look at the falling black seal.
His eyes were fixed on the blazing ice-blue [Frost-Phoenix Hairpin] resting in his left palm—and on the second device that Enforcer Gold-Chain. And Enforcer Bone-Scythe had just wheeled out onto the prow of the three-mile warship above!
“Wait a second,” twelve-year-old Ye Xiao said sharply, his scholarly glasses flashing as he looked up through the golden umbrella canopy at the warship’s front deck. “Dad! Look at that eight-foot black jade mirror those twelve armored cultists just set up behind Squad Leader Heaven-Eraser!
It’s covered in reverse-tracking soul runes!”
