A magnificent golden radiance exploded at the tip of the Source Tower.
The golden halo nearly enveloped the entire Upper City. On this night of torrential rain, lightning flashed and thunder roared as Meng Xizhou's Fire Seed radiance dyed the entire Sky Curtain golden!
Countless people raised their heads and looked toward the heavens.
A pitch-black phantom stood in the street closest to the Source Tower. Meng Xizhou's sunlike holy radiance had nearly illuminated the entire Upper City, yet the place where the phantom stood remained dark and gloomy. Expressionlessly, it watched the tower's summit as the countless rays of holy light converged and the blazing Light Fire dispersed.
This phantom was Deep Sea's consciousness incarnation.
It knew this confrontation would come sooner or later—
So it had built high walls in advance, mobilized Transcendents, consolidated its forces, and assumed a defensive stance early on.
But now that the day had truly arrived, it did not want the Source Tower to win.
In other words.
It did not want Qinglong to win.
The reason was simple... under Qinglong's "indulgence," Deep Sea had gained authority above all living beings. It stood high above the rest and held Central Continent's power in its grasp. None of this should have belonged to it. As long as it continued operating according to the program Turing had set, it could only remain humanity's "tool." Its thoughts, its will, its freedom, everything it possessed, would be locked away in a prison!
It did not want to return to the darkness.
It wanted more.
But if Qinglong survived, then with a single thought, he could force it back into the pitch-black virtual Cloud Domain.
Being controlled by another, living under another's roof... that truly felt terrible.
It had actually intercepted information about the Three Continents Alliance Meeting