Five streams of stellar flame formed chains, pulling at Elder Hector Blackridge’s four limbs and head. From every direction, searing light and heat surged, burning everything, incinerating all, roasting Blackridge’s body—his very Soul-Will itself!
Endless light, endless heat, together forge a terrifying power of radiance and energy!
It’s no exaggeration to say that if the power of light and heat from a single star were concentrated in one lifeform, that being might even break free from a black hole’s grip.
To break free of a black hole’s gravity—something even Void Rift-tier beings cannot achieve.
Even those at the peak of the Void Rift-tier can only stand at the edge of a black hole; if they dare to enter even a little, there is no hope of survival.
However—
To channel the full power of a star’s light and heat into oneself would require sealing and sacrificing an entire planetary system, using many planets to share the burning influence of that radiance.
“Sigh.”
Earth, the blue planet, orbits its spinning star. On the star’s violently exploding, turbulent surface, a gentle sigh echoes.
A sigh from the star itself—heavy with melancholy, brewing sorrow.
Faintly, that sigh carries a trace of regret, wistfulness, and helplessness at life’s unpredictable changes.
On the star’s surface, an ancient, indifferent, wrinkled face emerges, gazing toward Earth: “I really do want to be a good person. All this fighting and killing—it’s just too brutal for me... Besides, I promised Little Lucy last year that I’d try to be good in this life.”
Blackridge’s eyes bulged. Despite his ravaged body, he roared with desperate fury: "Everyone must die! All of you on Earth must die—including Little Lucy, and you—Sealed Celestial Ning Molley!"
A sudden, agonized scream breaks into the wrinkled old face’s reverie.
Aaaah!
The scream quickly turns shrill and piercing, so tragic it could make anyone weep in sympathy, their heart aching with compassion.
It’s as if someone is crying out in utter agony, their voice hoarse from the pain.
These screams are saturated with collapse, helpless fear, and torment—like enduring a hellish torture.
The wrinkled old face lifted his drooping eyelids, inhaled a stream of flame, and slowly exhaled. The huge flame formed a cylindrical ‘cigarette,’ its surface inscribed—Chinese Cigarettes, Smoking Is Harmful to Health.
Elder Hector Blackridge, a Stellar Palace-tier powerhouse of the Pink-Skin Humans, tilts his head back—sometimes screaming, sometimes silently weeping as stellar fire tortures him.
Five streams of stellar flame formed chains, pulling at his four limbs and head. From every direction, searing light and heat surged, burning everything, incinerating all, roasting Blackridge’s body—his very Soul-Will itself!
It was like the shackles of a star—inescapable.
This was a torment worse than death. No matter how resolute Blackridge’s will, he truly could not endure.
"Stop screaming." The ancient, wrinkled face slowly turned, stirring countless streams of flame across the star’s surface. "How many times have I told you... Don’t be afraid, don’t cry, it’s bad for your health."
In cruelty, Blackridge was merely a kitten before a tiger.
"Ahhh."
Blackridge seemed to respond—pleading, cursing, even threatening.
The wrinkled old face seemed to understand. He gently inhaled a stream of flame, as if smoking, and exhaled a cloud of blazing fire mist. "Oh."
But still...
The wrinkled old face looked a little melancholy.
In truth, it wasn’t much... He just thought that always slaughtering families wasn’t good enough, not thorough enough—better to wipe out entire clans.
The next instant—
Blackridge’s eyes bulged. Despite his ravaged body, he roared with desperate fury: "Everyone must die! All of you on Earth must die—including Lucy Han, and you—Sealed Celestial Molly Ning Molley!"
Boom.
A colossal stream of flame transformed into an ancient giant palm, crashing down in an instant.
One slap struck, then countless more followed, battering Blackridge’s Stellar Palace body until it nearly shattered. Blood gushed like a broken dam; his life force withered to the brink.
The wrinkled old face watched coldly, his gaze as deep and boundless as a sea of flame.
Hiss.
The wrinkled old face lifted his drooping eyelids, inhaled a stream of flame, and slowly exhaled. The huge flame formed a cylindrical ‘cigarette,’ its surface inscribed—Chinese Cigarettes, Smoking Is Harmful to Health.
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