Qing Shao's thoughts were in turmoil.
On one side was the joy of having just broken free and regained freedom; on the other, a vague and inexplicable unease.
He strained to recall the last time the white dragon had come, trying to reconstruct their conversation. She must have said something, words that flickered in and out of reach, impossible to remember clearly...
The scenes in his memory were hazy. Though he could not recall her words, he remembered her gaze.
In his daze, it was as if the white dragon stood right before him.
Qing Shao reconstructed the scene from that time. He could not hear the words, but he noticed Bai Yujun look at the sky, then at the sea, and finally sweep her eyes over the Dragon Suppressing Chain.
The illusion dispersed, and Qing Shao raised his head.
His gaze pierced through the seawater toward the Dark Red Great Sun crushing against the Star Dou Great Formation.
The vast Zhou Tian Star Dou net had already caved in. It was only a matter of time before the great sun broke through the stars.
Drought, the wails of living things...
He looked again toward the sea. The waters had receded, exposing the seabed.
The bare beaches were strewn with withered seaweed and countless sun-dried fish and shrimp. Scalding waves pushed dead fish onto the shore again and again, while the sea breeze was hot, dry, and rank with fishy stench.
A thick layer of dead fish floated belly-up across the boiling sea. Not all marine creatures could flee into the deep sea. The devastation wrought by rising temperatures in the shallow waters was unimaginable. It seemed to be raining on the seafloor as dead sea creatures of all sizes slowly sank—death sinking downward, a scene of despair and terror.