The pillar of white light didn’t fade. It crystal-hardened the air.
At the base of the Primordial Jade Monolith, the countdown timer had frozen permanently at two seconds before clearing from the screen entirely.
Across the four mortal continents below, the dark, choking storm clouds that had threatened thirty million souls broke apart in an instant. Gentle, warm rain fell across the very thirsty mountain valleys of the Canglan Continent. He carried clean, nourishing spiritual mist back into the dry earth.
The purge was dead.
Yet in the Core Sanctuary of the Ministry of Thunder, the laws of physics demanded an accounting.
When an illegal heavy-duty pipeline running under fifty mountain-crushing pressure of crushing pressure is slammed shut in a heartbeat, the fluid doesn’t politely evaporate.
It creates a water hammer.
A monstrous, reverse-flow-charge blast wave of tightly packed spiritual striking force bounced off the closed kernel valve and raced back down the drain tube channel—straight into the dantian of Lord Lei Qian.
