Outside Three Sects City.
The crowd surged in like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
"Don't push! Elderly people and children, stay in the middle!"
"Anyone who dares loot during the chaos will be executed on the spot!"
Disciples of the Mystic Sword Sect and the major sects shouted themselves hoarse, waving sheathed blades as they desperately maintained order.
The higher-ups of the Spirit Fusion Realm were holding a sect meeting, formulating their next plan.
They had barely exchanged a few words.
A Military Intelligence Bureau scout came tumbling and scrambling inside.
"Report—!"
"Something... happened in the Heavenly Pool Treasure Land!"
Shi Kefa's brows immediately furrowed.
"Why are you panicking? Explain yourself."
"The gray mist... the gray mist in the Treasure Land has gone mad!" The scout swallowed. "It used to drift only in the depths, but now it's all pouring out! It's boiling like water!"
The expressions of several Spirit Fusion Realm ancestors changed completely.
"Strange."
Nie Xingkong stepped forward, his brows tightly knit.
"That gray mist may be sinister, but for centuries it has remained utterly lifeless. It has never actively spread outward. Why would it suddenly become so violent?"
"Could the mother nest have fully hatched?" the one-armed ancestor guessed grimly.
"No."
Shi Kefa shook his head, deep shock and suspicion flashing through his clouded eyes.
"The mother nest belongs to the Sacred Blood Realm. It feeds on earthly energy and the flesh and blood of living beings."
"The gray mist is dead matter from beyond the realm barrier."
"The two have nothing to do with each other. How could the mother nest hatching possibly trigger a rampage in the gray mist?"
Everyone exchanged glances, but no one had an answer.
Lu Zhen sat in his chair, lightly tapping the tabletop with his fingers.
Tap, tap.
The sound