Southern Continent, along the coast of Yuan Ting Island, sea and sky met as one.
Under the night sky, a red shadow streaked past. Blood-red lightning churned overhead, but soon after, a figure shrouded in azure holy radiance stepped upon the waves and slowly came to a halt.
"Red Dragon, this sea has been sealed by the tides. Give up trying to escape. Stop struggling in vain."
The waves rose and fell, crashing back and forth and swelling ever higher until they gathered into a small mountain.
Spring Plow Saint held the conch of tidal authority in one hand, his robes billowing as he stood alone atop the mountain of seawater.
His expression was cold as he watched the figure concealed amid heaven and earth's lightning.
Rumble!
In an instant, several bolts of lightning descended from the heavens!
The world changed color at once. The entire coastline was lit as bright as day. Every bolt crashed straight toward Spring Plow Saint's forehead like heavy hammers struck down by a god of thunder, carrying overwhelming force as if they would pierce and tear apart the entire sea!
But Spring Plow merely gave a light flick.
Within mere seconds, an Upper City command rang out through the airship's system. Driven by an even lower will, the enforcers beneath the airship launched a retreating attack against me, and Fang Zhu had no other choice.
"Those people who believe in ancient texts and worship Turing are all malformed flowers. They should all be uprooted."
Spring Plow clasped his hands behind his back. After coming before Southern Continent, he said heavily, "So stay here. I want to see what kind of waves this broken Ancient Text Society can stir up in the end."
"Still, for the sake of the correct faith upon this land, everything