At the edge of the Nether Universe floated a vermilion ship.
A tea table sat aboard the vessel, fragrant steam drifting from it in five-colored, misty clouds. This was divine tea, produced on several jade peaks near the retreat site of the Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning. It was among the rarest specialties, a true divine tea.
Yet the people discussing matters aboard the ship had no mind to drink it. Their thoughts were restless.
Whoosh!
Void rippled as a gold coin was tossed high into the air. It trembled faintly as it spun through wisps of Chaos mist before falling back down.
Its heads and tails represented life and death.
The people aboard the vermilion ship had tossed a coin to decide the life or death of certain people and lineages in the Nether Universe.
Yuan Chen and Qi Xia being killed had indeed caught them by surprise, but they did not take it to heart. It was perfectly normal for a few people to die; it was nothing significant. What mattered was that they made their stance clear.
Whoosh!
A white figure flashed, and another person appeared aboard the ship, casually catching the falling coin. He was a young man dressed in a plain white battle robe. He was not particularly handsome, but he possessed an extraordinary bearing and a confident elegance. Smiling, he said, "Life and death lie in the palm of my hand!"
Another enormous ship emerged from the Chaos. More people had arrived aboard a vessel from the Yang Realm, which radiated rolling waves of heat within the Nether Universe. There were not many people on the pitch-black ship, but every one of them was unusual.
An old Celestial Hound, extremely aged, sat cross-legged like a human and quietly drank tea. An old Crow stood