Floating Spirit Island.
This island was no more than a grain of sand amid the endless sea storms, yet the terrifying power it emitted forcefully held back the dreadful tempest sweeping in from the edge of heaven and earth, carrying the power of chaos.
Within the spirit island, amid the endless icefields, several figures stood here. The atmosphere was exceedingly grave, laced with the killing intent of iron and blood.
"The Spirit Stone Crisis has ignited great chaos across the East Sea Cultivation World. With the collapse of the most basic order, countless Foundation Magic Formations have gone out of control, drawing in these terrifying sea storms and stirring many ambitious people within the alliance into restless action..."
Heavenly Craftsman Venerable wore a grave expression.
"This chain of upheavals has far exceeded our original estimates. Even though we made arrangements in advance and sent Heavenly River Fellow Daoist and Fellow Daoist Tai Ming to hold Wolong Pass and Tiangong Island against unforeseen events, the situation before us is murky and bewildering. It is difficult to find a way to break the game."
"The current situation is indeed murky and bewildering, and we have encountered a major problem on our side as well..." The Divine Firmament Dao Master's expression shifted as he looked at Tianjizi beside him. "Fellow Daoist, have you still been unable to contact the East Sea Rogue Immortal and Nether Prison Daoist?"
"Their auras were completely severed the instant the anomaly occurred. Even when this old man used the art of heavenly calculation to track them, I could not find a single trace." Tianjizi replied.
"Heh! This palace said so long ago: those not of our kind must harbor different hearts!" Old Woman Han Yue sneered from the side. "Neither of those two came from the Nine Great