Chapter 394
Inside the distant church, a voice broke the tense silence. "The array is connected—so why is nothing happening?!"
This was the moment that would decide the fate of the entire mortal realm; every supreme expert from the East and the West had gathered here. Perfected One Yuqian and Mackenzie, along with the leaders of the other top-tier factions, watched the projection cast by the monitoring array without blinking. They watched Lin Hui stand motionless before it. The first few seconds of waiting were bearable, but as the silence stretched on, their anxiety only mounted.
"Fairy Xinghua was sent up only a moment ago. I wonder how things stand?" asked Perfected One Yuqian. He was a gaunt Daoist who could have passed for a street-corner fortune-teller, with an unkempt, grizzled goatee, sunken cheeks, and eyes that gleamed with shrewdness.
"I'm afraid the situation is far from optimistic," Mackenzie said, shaking his head slightly.
"If Infinite Wind feels that we are using him and decides to abandon the array to come after us, how should we respond?" Perfected One Yuqian asked.
"If that happens, we will all board the Crystal Palace and flee... It is our only option," Mackenzie said with a sigh.
The Crystal Palace was a massive, deep-space warship built as their last resort to escape the apocalyptic collapse foretold in legend. It was to be used only if all else failed; they would not choose it unless forced. Once they fled this realm, they would be like severed roots—even if they could survive in the void for a time, they would eventually wither and die.
Just as their collective anxiety reached its peak, a warlock suddenly hissed, "A change! Look!"
All eyes snapped to the monitoring array as a blurry, humanoid phantom began to take shape at its center. Everything about the phantom was indistinct, as if it were woven from gray smoke—except for a pair of incomparably clear green eyes. He materialized in total silence, floating at the center of the array, and raised his gaze to meet Lin Hui's.