Dead Sea Stores Power, Marveling at Oddities; Ghost-Faced Flowers Whisper of Another World

"Lord Cangsheng stopped..."

After the image on the Southern Domain's Dao Transmission Mirror unexpectedly cut out for a while.

When it reconnected, everyone saw Ai Cangsheng sitting upright in his cassia-wood wheelchair.

Sitting in the Southern Domain, he looked as though he were seated before the Holy Firmament Hall on Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain on some bright, breezy morning.

His face held neither sorrow nor joy.

His gaze was calm and still.

"He changed!"

Everyone could sense it. Ai Cangsheng had changed.

His mindset? His aura? Or something else? No one knew.

But something must have happened to turn his fury after suffering utter humiliation just moments ago into this present posture, still as an ancient well.

Was it "endurance"?

Then he was far too good at enduring!

No one could find an answer. Even Zhong Yuanzi, the elemental divine envoy in the Dao Transmission Mirror, no longer displayed the wild swings between grief and joy from before. He had become exceptionally composed.

Something must have happened to them all. They felt strange now.

What was strange about them?

No one knew.

"Master Shou! Master Shou! Master Shou!"

In stark contrast to the Five Domains' speculation and gradual calm, the Dead Sea was anything but peaceful.

The hoarse, frenzied cries ringing throughout Blackstone Prison were livelier than thunderous gongs and drums.

The prisoners locked in their cells each wished they could stretch out their heads, cut open their hearts, and let Master Shou look at them.

"Master Shou, look at me! Look at me!"

"I'm a Sovereign, I'm humanoid—we're the same kind!"

"I have a Half-Saint-level physical body. I'm only one Half-Saint Godhood away from becoming a true Half-Saint. Let me out, and I'll deal with all the Half-Saints here for you..."

Xu Xiaoshou merely passed by the cells with