Lan Jingyi's voice was gentle but undeniably firm as she spoke again. "If the weight doesn't change, son, then even an immortal cannot lift such mass. Only a deity could shoulder something like that. And you're not a deity."
Mark winced. It felt as though someone had slapped the sense back into him.
Shen Ling folded her arms under her sleeves, her gaze sharp. "And that's not all. Even assuming you could carry it, what happens inside during those sixty minutes? No sunlight. No air movement. No tides. No spiritual flow. You would freeze or suffocate every living being before you even reach the second portal." Her voice softened only slightly. "And if you misplace it by even a fraction, or face trouble on the way… you will doom everyone."
Mark shut his eyes and exhaled deeply.
