The Prophet

It was at this time that the young sorcerer was introduced to King Dong Sheng.

They said he too came from the mainland and possessed extraordinary abilities. He had come to Yama because he had suffered persecution from the Bureau of Military Affairs and wished to rise again from the ashes here.

As head of the An Clan, Anshi Mingshen could not possibly have his eyes deceived by vermin playing at gods and ghosts.

The reason he had not crushed the man was precisely because he could sense that his aura was indeed extraordinary. Even soul secret arts found it difficult to probe his true depths. Thus, despite his dissatisfaction with King Dong Sheng, he could only accept the situation for the time being.

"Your Majesty, why have you summoned me?"

"The mainland sorcerers have invaded Yama Island," Dong Sheng Xiangri said slowly.

"Y-You said what?" Anshi Mingshen's heart jolted violently. "Is that true?"

"Without a doubt," the young sorcerer cut in. "I foresaw this half a month ago, but regrettably, none of you took it to heart. Three hours ago, the Seven Stars fleet landed in Bumi Prefecture. That city has now fallen into their hands."

Anshi did not fault the man for interrupting. The calmness had already vanished from his face.

The An Clan had operated in Yama for a long time. No matter which great figure seized power, their clan could remain honored guests. Coupled with the Chaos arts the An Clan took such pride in, anyone wishing to set their sights on them had to weigh the matter thrice. But the An Clan was not truly invincible beneath heaven. Faced with the Seven Stars Bureau of Military Affairs, whose numbers and abilities far surpassed their own, Anshi Mingshen had no certainty of victory.

In fact, it