Max's eyes flickered faintly, but he did not interrupt.
The man continued, his tone now carrying a subtle warning. "However, do not get any ideas. That crack is extrely unstable. The spatial turbulence around it is violent. Any ordinary cultivator who tries to pass through will have their body torn apart before they can even reach the other side."
Lucia frowned slightly, clearly understanding the severity of such a phenonon.
"It seems that a space storm struck the ascension tunnel," the man explained further. "That storm caused structural damage to the tunnel, and the resulting fracture manifested here on Orion. It is not sothing that happens often, but when it does, it brings chaos."
He paused briefly before adding, "From what I know, a few second rate forces have already sent people to monitor the situation. They are trying to stabilize or close the crack before it causes further problems."
Lucia nodded slowly, absorbing the information. "I see," she said.
Then a small smile appeared on her face once again as she straightened up. "Thank you, Zurig," she said. "I will make sure to recomnd your place to others."
Zurig simply waved his hand lightly, as if such words did not matter much to him.
With that, Lucia turned and walked out of the Ascension Hall, with Max and Isabella following closely behind.
As they stepped outside, the atmosphere of the camp greeted them once again, but this ti, Max's mind lingered on what he had just heard.
A crack in space.
A direct path to the mortal realms.
And sothing powerful enough to damage an ascension tunnel.
Orion was far more chaotic than it seed on the surface.
Isabella noticed the sudden change in Max's expression as they stepped out of the Ascension Hall and walked back into the busy flow of the camp.
His earlier calm had turned into sothing more inward, more distant, as if his thoughts had drifted far beyond Orion itself. She frowned slightly, observing him for a mont before finally asking, "You suddenly beca so serious. What happened?"
Max remained silent for a brief mont before answering, his voice calm but carrying a faint weight that had not been there before. "I am from the mortal realms," he said. "So I was wondering… if that crack in space could cause any problems for my ho planet."
His words were simple, yet they revealed a concern he rarely showed.
Lucia glanced at him, then let out a small, almost amused breath as a faint smile appeared on her face.
"You are worrying for nothing," she said. "Do you have any idea how vast the mortal realms are? There are countless mortal planets scattered across existence. The number is so large that it might as well be infinite from our perspective."
She looked ahead as she continued, her tone steady and reassuring. "The chance that a random spatial tear ford in Orion would connect directly to your specific ho planet is so small that it is practically impossible."
Max listened quietly, though his expression did not change imdiately.
Lucia then added another point, her voice becoming more serious as she explained further. "And even if, by so absurd coincidence, the crack did connect to your planet, it would still not beco a problem in the way you are thinking."
Max's eyes shifted slightly toward her.
"Contact between the Divine Realm and the mortal realms is strictly regulated," Lucia said. "It is not sothing that can be done freely. The power difference between the two realms is far too great. Even a low level cultivator from the Divine Realm could destroy an entire mortal civilization without effort. Because of that, there are strict laws that forbid interference."
She paused briefly before continuing. "No force is allowed to descend upon a mortal planet that already has living inhabitants and interfere with its developnt. Those who break this rule face severe consequences, especially if they are discovered by higher authorities."
Max's expression eased slightly as he listened.
Lucia continued walking, her tone becoming more explanatory. "The only ti forces from the Divine Realm establish a presence in the mortal realms is when they find planets that have no intelligent life. Those planets are used as footholds to create subordinate forces. Our Black Dragon Clan did sothing similar with Obsidian Dragon City."
She glanced at him briefly. "The purpose of such places is not conquest in the usual sense. It is cultivation. They act as gateways, gathering talented individuals from nearby mortal planets and bringing them into the fold of the Divine Realm. It is a controlled process."
She then gave a small nod, as if concluding the matter. "So you really do not need to worry. Even if that crack leads sowhere within the mortal realms, it will not disrupt the balance in the way you fear."
Max nodded at Lucia's explanation, yet sothing about it did not sit right with him. On the surface, her reasoning made sense. The rules of the Divine Realm were strict, and the scale of the mortal realms was unimaginably vast.
However, Max had already experienced firsthand how fragile those rules could beco when sothing valuable appeared.
He remained silent for a few monts before finally speaking again, his voice calm but carrying a deeper weight than before. "That logic sounds correct," he said slowly. "But I have already seen sothing different happen."
Lucia and Isabella both looked at him.
Max's gaze turned distant for a mont as he recalled the past. "There was a ti when my planet almost got destroyed," he continued. "Four Demon Lords and four Divine Beasts descended onto my world. All of them ca for a single thing… a drop of True Origin Devil Blood."
The mont those words left his mouth, Lucia's expression changed completely.
Her eyes widened slightly, and the calm composure she had maintained until now turned into sothing far more serious. "True Origin Devil Blood…" she muttered, her voice low as recognition dawned on her.
"I know about this matter," she said after a brief pause, her tone now heavy. "A few thousand years ago, there was a battle between the Primordials and a true devil. It was not an ordinary battle. It was sothing that shook multiple realms. In the end, the Primordials managed to kill that devil."
She paused for a mont before continuing, her voice steady but filled with gravity. "However, that devil was not willing to disappear completely. At the mont of its death, it condensed all of its remaining essence into a single drop of blood. That drop carried everything it was. Its power, its will, and its origin."
Max listened carefully, his expression unmoving.
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