The dark purple light of the ten-thousand-fold gravity array did not simply fade. It was violently, forcefully dragged into the soles of Yan Shuo's white boots like a river swirling down a bottomless drain.
The jade tiles of the grand plaza, which had been infused with centuries of spiritual energy to sustain the formation, rapidly turned dull, cracked, and crumbled into fine gray sand.
Yan Shuo stood perfectly still in the center of the decaying array. He let out a slow, deeply satisfied exhale. The incredibly dense, kinetic energy of the formation had been swallowed completely by the Abyssal Star-Core in his dantian, leaving him feeling pleasantly full, like he had just finished a rich, heavy banquet.
"Delicious," Yan Shuo murmured, casually dusting off his sleeves. "But the spiritual circulation was a bit sloppy. The array master who designed this clearly favored raw power over efficiency."
He looked up at the Patriarch of the Righteous Alliance.
