Little Lu Cang.
Sigh...
When did you learn a ritual like this? Why were you so good at setting it up?
Activating the Pure White Descent ritual also meant sacrificing your own life.
But if Kumiloni was here...
Maybe he wouldn't necessarily die?
Summoning Pure White Descent was the last resort in all his plans, a gamble to take only when backed into a corner.
If there was even the slightest other hope, Lu Cang wouldn't activate this ritual.
He could choose not to activate it, but he couldn't afford not to have it.
Even if it was only there as a deterrent... that was enough.
But the uneasy feeling didn't leave him. Instead, it grew more intense.
"Sister Kumiloni, what did you encounter in your previous trial?"
Kumiloni thought for a moment before answering, "I encountered a kingdom ravaged by a terrible disease. Everyone there suffered from it, generation after generation. It made them seem like monsters."
"I cured them and saved those people."
A disease, huh.
In the second stage, the events people took part in varied according to their scores...
They weren't necessarily world-class events.
Unless, like Lu Cang, they had an outrageously high score of 3.2 billion.
All was calm. There was no sign of any impending destruction.
Lu Cang and Kumiloni sat at the center of the island, chatting idly. They talked about their experiences in the Moon Sea and about what they knew of the Secret Sea.
Lu Cang's knowledge was now enough to keep him talking all day without getting tired.
Still, a sense of oppression lingered in his heart.
Before long, the midday sun sank toward the horizon, and the sky turned into a chaotic mess...
The Secret Sea remained calm. The supposed destruction never came.
Could it be... that his divination