The Shocking Scene

Shui Tian returned to Thousand Martial Hall with two supreme sacred treasures in his possession.

But this time, his steps were heavier than ever.

The Void Divine Crystal and Solar True Fire Stone were clearly cold, yet in his palm they were as scorching as red-hot irons.

Every time they touched his skin, it felt as if they were burning away his dignity.

He was a True Ancestor with an eighth-grade Dao Fruit.

One of the strongest members of the Water Origin Spirit Race's Tian He Lineage, standing at its very peak.

And now, he had to act like a defeated slave, offering an even more precious apology to the enemy who had taken his treasures and trampled him underfoot!

Humiliation.

Confusion.

And a trace of incomprehension toward the Old Ancestor's command.

These emotions churned in his chest, twisting his insides as if his organs had knotted together.

He could even imagine the contemptuous, mocking look that the man called Wu Ji would give him when he saw him.

He passed through the many true realms of Thousand Martial Hall, and that familiar crimson glow, tinged with the smell of sulfur, appeared once more at the far end of his vision.

The Lava World.

The place where he had suffered humiliation.

Shui Tian's steps faltered despite himself.

His body resisted drawing closer.

But the Old Ancestor's eyes, sharp enough to see through anything, appeared in his mind once more.

"Compared with the future of our entire race, that little bit of humiliation you suffered is nothing."

Those cold words were both a command and a reality.

Shui Tian tightened his grip on the sacred treasures until his knuckles turned white.

He stepped forward, his body transforming into a streak of light as he plunged once more into that crimson world.