A Fortune-Forged Edge Swept the Black Tide Away

Little Fa gazed at the black cracks spreading across the sky. The fear that had hung over him for more than a century had become reality.

His mind went blank.

He forced himself out of his daze in an instant.

He immediately opened the player forum and published a pinned post he had written seventy-eight years ago but left in his drafts ever since.

To him, it was his trump card—and the Lingxi Clan's only hope of salvation.

[I'm Little Mage. The Lingxi Clan is in mortal danger, and I sincerely beg everyone from back home to help us. If any of you have a grievance with me, Little Fa, I'll return to the village after the battle and accept whatever you decide.]

The post went live with a thought.

Its popularity soared within moments. The comments erupted, messages flooding in faster than anyone could read.

But Little Mage had no time to look.

The Great Evil Moon's influence over the Phantom Spirit Wasteland was relatively weak, but ordinary spatial techniques still could not cross the distance.

Only Space Jump at level 200 or higher could reach it.

Very few players met that requirement. After all, hardly anyone cultivated Space Jump as their Main Soul; most leveled it just enough to use it.

And not all of those players would be free right now.

Until the main force arrived, he alone could protect the Lingxi Clan.

Little Mage raised a hand. A streak of crimson light shot from his palm, pierced through rows of buildings and streets, and landed on a towering structure in South City.

Hummm!

The Defense Barrier hidden within the city sprang to life. A pale golden dome of spirit light slowly rose, enclosing Lingxi Territory and shutting out the cold darkness seeping in from beyond.

Then