"Reporting to you, my lord, a letter has arrived from the High Heaven Court. Across the world's fifteen continents, all Emperor Realm cultivators have fallen asleep, while cultivators in the Emperor Realm across various regions have begun to grow listless and drowsy!"
News kept arriving without pause as Wang Jingwen calmly analyzed the situation.
Before them, the Dragon River was constantly drawing out the "fortune" of the Great Chiliocosm World.
"Reporting to you, my lord, the number of sleeping cultivators in the City Territory has stopped increasing!" an official said in delighted surprise.
"It's over? Good, good! If it didn't stop, our soldiers wouldn't be able to take it. If the soldiers fell asleep, what kind of soldiers would they be?" Luo Xingchen said with a laugh.
Beside him, Wang Jingwen shook his head, his brows tightly furrowed.
Had it stopped? No. The Dragon River was still continuously drawing out the fortune of the Great Chiliocosm World. Dark-golden fortune rolled in like a surging tide.
Wang Jingwen's expression was grave, but he did not offer any opinion.
"Report~~~~~~~ Urgent report~~~~~~~~!"
An official suddenly came rushing over in a panic. In his anxiety, he had even run out of one of his shoes.
"Why are you rushing about in such a panic? What kind of conduct is that?" Luo Xingchen said, his expression sinking.
Wang Jingwen waved a hand to stop Luo Xingchen from scolding him. For him to be this frantic, something major had clearly happened.
"Special-level alert, the High Heaven Court...!" The official opened his mouth to speak.
"Silence!" Wang Jingwen's expression changed.
Luo Xingchen, standing nearby, was also stunned speechless.
"Clang!"
With a turn of his hand, Wang Jingwen took out a palace.
"Come inside and speak!" Wang Jingwen shouted.
"Yes, yes!" the official cried out in alarm.