"The calamity is coming..."
In the endless Chaos Sea, Wu Ming sat cross-legged on a lotus platform. An Auspicious Cloud appeared above his head, parting the turbulent currents as he gazed down at the Continent of Seer, his expression thoughtful.
Five years ago, the secrets of the Inner World had circulated only among those above Level Six. Now, however, nearly every high-ranking figure knew of them.
The nations of the East and West, along with the foreign races, were all making preparations to face what was coming.
For that reason, the divine systems on both sides had visited him several times, seemingly hoping to secure some kind of support.
Of course, no one had stopped exploring the Inner World. From what Wu Ming had heard, the conclusions were all rather grim.
The Inner World had become a vortex of resentment. It was easy to enter but difficult to leave. Countless elites had vanished inside, and even several deities had been caught up in it.
The only news they had managed to obtain was that the Inner World had undergone a drastic transformation. Powerful monsters of all kinds had appeared, feeding on resentment. Deep in their subconscious, they hated every living thing in the Outer World.
If they escaped, it would be an absolute disaster for the surface world.
"Still, for the Main World, which has been prepared for this for a long time, it doesn't matter how many monsters there are or how powerful they become. The real danger is organized, fully formed armies of monsters..."
Wu Ming's expression grew grave.
Given the Inner World's accumulated power, there could be no shortage of Level Eight beings by now.
The former evil gods, the divine abominations born of unions between deities, and even those nameless Demonic Beasts sealed away for being