Global Era of Star trekking Chapter 1900 - 921: I Am Song Chi—Lord of All Heavens Ruins Market_2

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Previously on Global Era of Star trekking...
The Torch Fleet faced an overwhelming wave of demons. Three powerful ship avatars combined to form a giant mech, temporarily pushing back the enemy. However, the mech's energy depleted, causing it to disintegrate. The three ship avatars were then destroyed, along with mythical creatures that tried to protect them. The remaining ships were heavily damaged and on the verge of destruction.
"Buzz!" Just as it was on the verge of complete annihilation, a spectral image of an ancient chessboard flickered and vanished across the warship's hull. The vessel, moments from collapse, was swiftly restored to its pristine state as if time itself had reversed—the "Twelve Lives Life and Death Chess" component feature of the [Time Chess Board] had been activated for the first time within this Bottomless Abyss. However, the attacking mythical demons showed no mercy, unleashing even more ferocious assaults. Concurrently, the [Heavenly Ruins Cang Qiong] also fractured after enduring several volleys of concentrated fire. Yet, similar to its counterpart, it reformed in the blink of a chessboard's shadow. Revival, intense combat, sinking once more, only to revive again... These two warship avatars, leveraging the reality-bending power of the [Time Chess Board], clung precariously to the foremost battle line like tenacious pins. They repeatedly cheated death, prolonging a fight that seemed destined for an endless cycle. But even revivals have their limits, and complete resurrection remained beyond their grasp. The two warships resembled flickering candles in a gale, their ultimate extinguishment an uncertain, yet inevitable, prospect. Lagging behind them, the main fleet of the Torch Civilization, now stripped of its most formidable bulwark, witnessed its casualty numbers swell exponentially against the relentless tide of demons. The fiery explosions of warships stretched across the horizon, each extinguished blaze marking the demise of hundreds, possibly thousands, of Torch Ship Captains. A creeping despair began to take root. Every Torch Ship Captain held their breath, yearning for the signal to retreat from the United Fleet's command center in the rear. They had already paid a price far exceeding expectations: three of their five Mythical Immortal Ship avatars were lost, one mythical enslaved creature lay dead, and two others were severely wounded. Their overall fleet losses had surpassed sixty percent, a catastrophic blow that sent shockwaves through their very civilization. Still, the long-awaited order to withdraw never came. The command centers, under the control of the four Transcendent Civilizations, maintained an unnerving silence. It was as if the desperate struggles and impending doom of the Torch Civilization's expedition fleet were merely cold, calculated figures within their overarching "breakthrough" strategy. Sorrow, hopelessness, and a stark sense of injustice surged through the hearts of the surviving Torch Ship Captains. Yet, they neither faltered nor dared to speak of retreat. For behind them lay the very survival of the entire Torch Civilization. Should they retreat independently, the four Transcendent Forces would undoubtedly turn their wrath upon the Torch Humanity without delay. Their only recourse was to fight until the very last warship, the very last Torch Ship Captain, fell. As the Torch Expedition Fleet descended into this dire predicament, and its remaining captains steeled themselves for a final stand, a will, unheard for ages and imbued with an authority that transcended mortal comprehension, suddenly resonated through the highest echelons of the Torch Network, broadcasting directly into the paramount Torch communication group chat. "Enough, Jiang Yuan. Activate the [Ruins Market Projection Rank]. From this moment on... the rest is up to me." Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan and the other three leaders, whose faces had been etched with grim determination and eyes burning with rising anger, were instantly filled with elation. They knew Song Chi intimately, recognizing him as a man of his word; therefore, Jiang Yuan, without the slightest hesitation, shifted his thoughts. Within the [Shenxia Jiuli Ship] warship avatar, a mysterious market-engraved token, which had lain dormant until now, suddenly pulsed to life. Buzz— As the token flared with light, an indescribable, majestic aura, surpassing even that of ordinary myths—akin to an ancient leviathan awakening from eons of slumber—descended with overwhelming grandeur upon the entire [Molten Hell Abyss]. Above the firmament, the perpetually churning, dark-red clouds were forcefully rent asunder by an unseen, potent force. Endless streams of purple mist energy materialized from the void, swirling and spreading to instantly engulf the battlefield that spanned countless light-years. Under the astonished gazes of multitudes, the vast expanse of purple mist rapidly converged and condensed, ultimately coalescing into a towering, archaic projection that exuded a supreme aura across the Myriad Realms. It was the [Zhu Tian Ruins Market]. At the precise moment the ruined market's projection solidified, an indifferent gaze emanated from its profound depths, sweeping over the brutal conflict unfolding below. This gaze seemed to hold within it the unraveling threads of all heavens' destruction and the cyclical rhythms of epochal reincarnation. Then, guided by Song Chi's will, the ruins market projection, now blanketing the heavens, trembled slightly. A colossal hand, sculpted from boundless purple mist, appeared to move with languid grace, yet it transcended the very constructs of time and space as it lightly swept towards the innumerable Demon Clan forces arrayed below. There was no cataclysmic explosion, no shattering of fundamental laws.Yet, with a simple gesture, the surging, all-consuming black tide of the Demon Clan army was swept aside as if by unseen forces. Billions of grotesque demons, from the low-ranking Molten Fire Demons to the formidable Flame Demons, Demons, and the warped demonic Buddha Soldiers, silently disintegrated upon contact with the purple mist's energy. They crumbled into dust, vanishing into the abyss. Across the entire front line, the Demon Clan's once-impenetrable formation was violently carved out, leaving a vacuum spanning billions of miles. The sheer might of that singular strike was breathtaking. However, despite this immense display, the giant purple mist hand did not press its advantage or annihilate the remaining Demon Clan forces. Instead, it slowly withdrew, accompanied by the colossal market projection that hovered above the Vault of Heaven, exuding an icy aura. In the subsequent instant, Song Chi's ice-cold gaze pierced through the vast expanse of space, bypassing the layered alliance warships and defense lines. It settled with pinpoint accuracy in the direction of the All Heavens Star Sea Alliance Army headquarters, where the four Transcendent Civilizations were positioned.