The aberration in the Blood Sea immediately drew everyone's attention.
"So much [Chaos] power, and a colony of [King of Cysts]... What's going on?"
Gu Chengan could not help furrowing his brow.
[King of Cysts] rarely appeared in the real world, especially in regions without Mist.
To them, entering the real world was like a freshwater fish entering the sea—they usually struggled to adapt.
More often than not, they would explode and die. Only high-tier individuals could survive.
But even if they did survive, they would display severe "discomfort."
The group below was at least Sixth-tier. They had likely survived only by relying on that immense power of [Chaos].
Just then, the dragon head of the torrent pierced through the invisible barrier and drew close to Gu Chengan. The gravity in its ice-blue dragon eyes was plain to see.
"Something from beyond this world has intervened."
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For some reason, Gu Chengan almost immediately thought of Yang Ze.
As for the cause of his death, people had long speculated that there might be an utterly terrifying existence behind the Mist.
Unfortunately, there had not been a single clue, and it had remained mere speculation.
Perhaps [World-Overturning Torrent], the strongest [Cataclysm], knew something?
With the situation so urgent, Gu Chengan could not worry about whether it was appropriate. He asked directly, "What do you know?"
"It cannot be spoken. It must not be spoken."
The torrent did not answer directly. It seemed to have its reservations as it replied vaguely, "When the time is ripe, those at the pinnacle will naturally come into contact with the 'truth.' You need only make the right choice at the right time."
There seemed to be a deeper meaning behind its words. Gu Chengan did not press further, merely committing them silently to memory.
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