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Chapter 578, Chapter of the Wheel

A deafening storm roared, instantly engulfing the entire void.

This gray vortex was far more violent and powerful than the first one they encountered, and the destructive shockwaves that swept in were suffocating.

The images of the satellite island's destruction that she had witnessed earlier still echoed in her mind. Hua Changxi was shocked and had no time to feel any sorrow before the black island beneath her began to tremble violently.

Today's Black Island is no longer the fragile little island it once was. It has a vast territory and thick rock layers, but it is still crushed by this overwhelming giant whirlpool.

The gale, carrying thousands of pebbles and debris, was like countless sharp blades, frantically cutting through every inch of Black Island's territory.

The ear-piercing cracking sounds continued incessantly as the thick, black rock layers were lifted, crushed, and turned into dust that filled the dark void.

The black nascent soul was surrounded by surging black flames, exerting all its strength to stabilize the island's foundation.

However, the power of the vortex was too domineering, and the tearing force from all directions was too fierce and unmatched, which was impossible for one person to resist.

Hua Changxi pressed herself firmly to the ground, spreading out all her spiritual power, which intertwined and merged with the power of the nascent soul, in an attempt to stabilize the constantly crumbling island.

The hearts of the human and the infant were tightly linked, and a sense of crisis penetrated their flesh and soul, firmly gripping each other.

They clearly sensed that the foundation of Black Island was rapidly deteriorating, the thick rock layers were melting away at an alarming rate, and the entire land was shrinking continuously.

With no satellite islands to shield them from the disaster, and no support or escape route, Black Island had to withstand this apocalyptic storm all by itself.

At this moment, Hua Changxi finally understood the survival rule of the giant islands in the void—sacrificing weaker islands for their own survival.

Plunder, annexation, and self-preservation seem to be the eternal themes of this bleak and desolate place. There is no warmth, only endless survival of the fittest, so cold that it chills one to the bone.

Another long period of torment has begun.

Compared to the initial storm's suddenness and near collapse, this time Black Island, with its solid foundation, withstood the most devastating crushing blow, and did not fall apart or completely dissipate.

But the cost was still devastating.

As the gray vortex, accompanied by a deafening roar and trailing afterimages, receded completely, and deathly silence once again enveloped the void, the entire world finally returned to calm.

After the storm passed, the once vast Black Island shrank by more than half.

The remaining island, with its loose rock layers, exudes an aura of weakness and decay, no longer possessing the stability and grandeur that once dominated the region.

The black nascent soul stood silently in the center of the island, gazing at the surrounding ruins without uttering a word.

The black flame at its heart throbbed wildly, its dark tongues licking its chest.

Hua Changxi could clearly sense the surging emotions within the nascent soul—resentment, anger, fear, and a growing anxiety.

Everything painstakingly built, swallowing countless ruined islands and traversing the void, was almost destroyed by a single storm.

Most importantly, Hua Changxi and Yuan Ying both realized that the storm would come again, round after round, without end!

After a brief period of silence, a new round of island repair and expansion has begun.

In this void, there is no way back, no room for luck. To stop means to perish. Only by constantly growing stronger can one barely survive in this desperate situation.

This time, there was no novelty of seeing the rubble for the first time, no excitement of rapid expansion, and of course no white light flying out; only the silent persistence of machinery.

The void remained dark, a suffocating aura of annihilation enveloped the surroundings, and the few scattered white lights were sparse and dim, powerless to dispel the layers of heavy darkness.

The days lost their measure in this void.

There is no sunrise or sunset, no changing of the seasons, only the tireless "devouring-repairing-expanding," like an endless toil, firmly nailing a person and an infant to this black island.

Hua Changxi silently observed the Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul no longer displays the almost greedy excitement that comes with the expansion of the island, nor does it let out a short laugh when it devours a large, broken island.

It silently waved its little hands, dragging back the rubble and broken island pieces one by one, as if completing some predetermined procedure. Its once lively and cunning dark eyes grew increasingly silent.

Looking at this Nascent Soul, Hua Changxi felt a chill run down her spine. She seemed to see the Nascent Soul refining her into a "tool for expanding the island"!

Plunder and being plundered seem to be the themes of this gloomy void.

To survive and prevent the island beneath their feet from being destroyed by storms, they must continue to expand.

How to expand?

Devour!

The first to be devoured were the rubble left behind after the storm, and the broken islands that had long since lost their nascent souls.

But when these readily available resources are completely devoured, this void will instantly reveal its most ferocious face—the weak can only become nourishment for the strong.

However, while you are eyeing someone else's island, the island beneath your feet is also being exposed to countless greedy gazes.

Hua Changxi silently watched the battle between his own Nascent Soul and those on other islands, offering neither advice nor assistance, merely observing the entire process as a spectator.

Watching the Nascent Soul defeat one Nascent Soul after another, and devour one island after another, the Black Island eventually transformed into a colossal giant island.

However, no matter how much Black Island expands, when a new wave of whirlpool storms roars in again, Black Island remains a rootless duckweed.

The violent impact crashed down like a heavy hammer. Although the giant black island showed cracks and damage during the violent tremors, it was ultimately not fundamentally damaged.

After the storm, the land was devastated, and a new round of reconstruction began.

This time, the Nascent Soul also learned the survival rules of other giant islands in the void.

It began to take the initiative, forcibly attracting some small islands to surround the giant island like stars around the moon, attempting to build an outer defensive line.

With these smaller islands attached to it, Black Island became safer, but the aura emanating from it grew increasingly eerie and chilling.

When the next storm swept in, those small islands that had been forcibly drawn in were like fragile withered leaves before the Void's Fury, instantly torn to dust and utterly destroyed.

The giant black island at the eye of the storm was spared major damage thanks to the "sacrifice" of the surrounding islands.

But it wasn't without its price.

The price was that with the destruction of the planetary island, the dark light surrounding the Black Island became even more profound, and its radiation range also expanded.

With accumulated experience, to ensure the stability of Kuroshima, two rings of auxiliary islands, resembling planets, have formed around it.

However, looking at the seemingly indestructible formation before her, Hua Changxi felt an uncontrollable tremor in her heart.

Now, surrounded by numerous planetary islands, the eerie atmosphere emanating from Black Island gave her an extremely strong feeling—Black Island seemed to be the prototype of the first version of the Whirlpool Storm!

What are the dangers of vortex storms?

Devour, plunder, and destroy everything in the void!

And what is Kuroshima doing right now?

Isn't it also about devouring, plundering, and destroying other islands?

As long as Black Island continues to absorb planetary islands and circle around itself, one day, Black Island will become another gray vortex!

A storm arose, and the island shattered.

Then came the endless repair, expansion, and growth of the island.

Once the island recovers and grows stronger, it will be forced to passively face the next storm.

Round after round, again and again, in endless cycles, like a never-ending cycle!

After being swept away by several vortex storms, Hua Changxi finally understood the operating rules of this void.

After seeing it clearly, all that followed was utter despair.

How to do?

How can we help Black Island break free from this hellish cycle?

How can we escape this void?

But in this vast emptiness, where is the way out? (End of Chapter)