If the turmoil in the Gray Realm was Saint Qing forcing Old Blind Man into the game, then Saint Qing had to be in the Gray Realm right now.
As soon as Old Blind Man appeared, the game would be complete.
Lu Yin was waiting for Old Blind Man to appear, too.
The grandeur of war wasn't limited to battles between the powerful. When the numbers reached a certain scale, they could create a battlefield just as astonishing.
The Gray Realm was one such place.
No one knew how many gray crows lived in the entire Gray Realm. Even Gray Ancestor might not know. Now, countless gray crows had begun warring over control of the Gray Realm, spurred on by rumors that Gray Ancestor had died.
Lu Yin had witnessed one battle after another in the Gray Realm, wars where sheer numbers seemed to fill the world with death.
Even he was shaken by the endless deaths.
How many gray crows did it take to make a war this grand? The entire starry sky was filled with their corpses.
Wherever he looked, countless planets lay in ruins. The land was riddled with ravines. The gray crows that had once lived there were now either corpses or had been driven out.
Wars between gray crows shouldn't have attracted outside attention. But if Gray Ancestor really had died, that was another matter. Countless eyes had already turned toward the Gray Realm.
Once Gray Ancestor's death was confirmed, the Gray Realm would face more than just war among the gray crows.
Lu Yin never took his eyes off the cliff wall where Little Gray Crow had said its ancestor lived, isolated in the starry sky.
That day, the light of a Realm War came from afar and struck the Gray Realm.
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