The great tidal surge arrived.
Across the Evil Realm, within countless Pure Lands, how many people were terrified, and how many were rushing about?
Yet in the central palace of Yunhai Dao Prefecture, the scene was entirely different.
Green waters reflected the clouds. A glazed pavilion floated on the rippling waves, immortal mist coiled around its pillars, and the breeze carried the fragrance of lotus blossoms, soothing the heart.
Mu Yunhai, dressed in white, poured tea from a pot into the jade cup before Bai Wuseng.
He wore his usual gentle smile, as though even the overwhelming Malice of the tidal surge could not disturb his present enjoyment.
Bai Wuseng sat upright. When he accepted the tea Mu Yunhai offered, he smiled in acknowledgment.
"Ah, Chen Yan is certainly wary. I thought he would come to Yunhai Dao Prefecture before the great tidal surge, but I didn't expect him to be able to hold back."
Mu Yunhai sighed softly and took a sip of tea. His calm eyes studied Bai Wuseng across from him.
"Which refinement has the Third Dao Child reached in the Emperor Realm Nine Refinements?"
Bai Wuseng lowered his eyes and took a small sip of tea. White mist curled around his lips as he spoke softly.
"Only the fifth. First Dao Child Xuan Yi has probably already reached the seventh."
Mu Yunhai lowered his gaze, lost in thought, then smiled.
"Whether someone can pass the Emperor Realm Nine Refinements or not, the seven of us will still end up fighting to the death."
As Mu Yunhai spoke, a trace of sorrow appeared in his eyes.
"Who can blame us? We entered this game long ago, and there's no escaping it. Once we die, all we've accumulated in our lives will become nourishment for our enemies.
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