Within the Zhaolin Realm, in an unnamed mountain range.
At the summit, two figures rode the wind, overlooking the surrounding mountains and Earth Veins as they mapped the terrain.
One of them, Zhou Jin, friend of Ming Heguang, suddenly closed his eyes in Focus while gathering information, seemingly receiving news from the outside through some special channel.
Then his expression changed drastically, and he abruptly opened his eyes.
"Damn it!" he cried. "The big one is actually here already!"
"What is it?" Seeing this, Ming Heguang could not help asking curiously. "Have the Heavenly Venerables outside started fighting again?"
"It can't even reach in here—how could that count as a major event? I'm talking about something huge happening outside the Zhaolin Realm!"
Zhou Jin raised his head toward the sky beyond the heavens, his tone hurried and grave. "My companions outside have sent word... an enormous number of Blood Sea Spawn have appeared out there, and they've already begun fighting every major faction!"
"Blood Sea Spawn? Creations of the Blood Sea Demonic Sect?"
Ming Heguang was even more perplexed. He lifted his wine jug and took a drink, his brows faintly furrowed. "Aren't the Heavenly Venerables of every sect suppressing the outside world? How much of a storm could mere Blood Sea Spawn possibly stir up?"
"Speaking of which, since your friends belong to that strange 'unknown organization' of yours, why don't they enter this realm directly to provide support? Why insist on remaining outside?"
Zhou Jin's expression turned somewhat odd. He seemed to listen for a while longer before lifting his head to explain solemnly, "That's exactly where the problem lies. It seems I'm the only one from Jinyuantian who was able to come here..."
"The Zhaolin Realm—or rather, the Ancestral Dragon Scale—seems to dislike being 'pointed and ordered