The holy lightning gradually faded.
All the strange phenomena above the Primordial Land faded with it.
The Primordial Land slowly returned to calm.
But the Sage Constant experts hovering overhead wore grim expressions.
Whatever their relationships with one another, they rapidly exchanged messages, probing for news of the newly ascended Sage Constant. They found nothing.
What did that mean?
It meant the newly ascended Sage Constant expert had either prepared long ago and enlisted a veteran Sage Constant to conceal his tracks, or he was formidable enough to erase every trace himself and evade the scrutiny of every other Sage Constant.
If it was the former, that was one thing.
If it was the latter, they had a serious problem.
How could anyone rest easy with a Sage Constant like that hidden in the shadows, ready to threaten them at any moment?
Just then...
A figure appeared above the Panic Divine Hall.
No one needed to look twice to know who it was. Who else could it be but the Dreadbound Lord, who had always kept himself so deeply hidden?
The Dreadbound Lord rose into the sky, a cold smile on his face. His voice shook the eight wastelands.
"Ancient Eternity..."
"I know it's you!"
"You reincarnated, cultivated anew, and reached the Sage Constant Stage again. I ought to congratulate you. But you possessed the Eternal Scripture, seized the World-Shocking Book, and still weren't satisfied. You even slipped into my Panic Divine Hall and stole the Illusory World Book I worked so hard to find... I'll be waiting for you to settle this debt!!!"
In an instant...
An uproar swept the entire Primordial Land.
The Sage Constant experts in particular stood stunned, their jaws hanging open.
What the hell?
The one who had just ascended to the Sage Constant Stage