"Whale Fall."
For no reason, Qin He muttered those two words, his thoughts drifting.
Using an unimaginably mysterious method, Daoist Lingyun had sent him these two words across who knew how many years, overcoming the veiling of heavenly secrets at a crucial point he was destined to pass through.
On the banks of the Wei River in the Eastern Land, there was an utterly ordinary village.
Qin He had no idea how Daoist Lingyun had accomplished it.
At that inevitable juncture, the time, place, and person all had to be exactly right. If even one was off.
That Toad Demon who had waited so bitterly would be like a comet streaking across the starry sky—forever missing it, with no way to make up for it.
Whale fall—when a whale falls, all things are born.
He wondered whether this Ancient Immortal Court was the "whale" in that metaphor.
In terms of sheer scale, there was no question about it.
Good heavens, after it shattered, its fragments had flown everywhere. There were some in the Eastern Land, and some in the Abyss World.
But the problem was that the ruins left behind after the Heavenly Court shattered were all damn disasters.
Where was this "birth" supposed to come from?
From that perspective, it did not seem to be it either.
After pondering for a moment, Qin He looked at the Star Tide Old Demon and smiled faintly. "Go on. Give me the details."
Half a day later, Qin He arrived above Black Wind Mountain. Standing on an auspicious cloud, he walked step by step toward the depths of Black Wind Mountain.
Interrogating the Star Tide Old Demon had been the right choice. If this extraordinarily narrow sword-cleft had appeared in the Shadow Play, it could only have been glimpsed in passing,