On a small island upon Mercury's tranquil sea surface, Tiangong raised his head to look at the sky, his gaze piercing through Mercury's ecological clouds and landing upon the barrier wall in Mercury's orbit.
At that moment, ripples stirred across the barrier wall because of the waves produced by the Star Sea rules network, making the surrounding starry sky ripple along with it.
"Saint, have mercy!"
Tiangong pressed his palms together, recalling everything that had happened along the way. He had not even been prepared. Wang Ping, who had once needed to rely on him, had now risen so far that he no longer even had the right to look up at him.
The first time he felt the situation slipping out of control was when the Outer Realm Star Campaign ended. He had taken certain measures because of it, but had not attached too much importance to the matter. Added to the restraints imposed by the other True Lords, he had not wanted to ruin the favorable atmosphere that the First Seat conference had obtained with such difficulty, so he had not acted again.
Who could have known that with one turn, the chess piece he had once seen before him would, in the blink of an eye, be seated in front of him, filling him with unprecedented pressure? Thus, he had no choice but to strengthen himself and allow Wangqing to advance to the Fifth Realm. The original plan had been to use two Gold Spirit Cultivators to suppress the Wood Spirit within Changqing.
Yet who could have imagined that when Wangqing successfully advanced to the Fifth Realm, they would not even have the chance to face Changqing, much less besiege him? Instead, they had placed themselves in an extremely dangerous predicament.
The struggle a hundred years ago