Moon-Sinking Sea.
The sky was dim; the waning moon had yet to fade, and the great sun had yet to rise.
The essence of the sun and the radiance of the moon were about to converge—an ideal time for a breakthrough.
Upon a great island.
"Moon-Sinking Sea... To think this place is actually where the Demon Race's ancient Great Sage, Bi Moon Crow, fell..."
Scattered Wood was still missing an arm, sitting cross-legged atop a slab of blue stone.
Demon Moon's strike with a lunar artifact had not merely cost him an arm; that part of his body had been permanently lost, beyond restoration even by divine powers.
Yet the old Daoist's eyes were brighter than ever. "Survive a great calamity, and blessings are sure to follow... Who would have thought this old Daoist would obtain a supply for seeking gold..."
The corners of his lips lifted slightly, before his expression turned grim.
Clearly, the purpose of that lord behind the scenes was now scarcely concealed.
But even so, what could he do?
According to his observations, Moon-Sinking Sea held a great terror. He could not even leave this island now!
The moment he took a single step off it, he would die!
And after a few moments, once the danger in the sea spread ashore, he would still die!
That danger had even sealed off the Great Void, turning this tiny island in the present world into a deathtrap for Purple Mansion True Persons!
"The only hope lies in seeking gold!"
"So long as I become a True Lord, I may go anywhere beneath heaven!"
Scattered Wood sat cross-legged, examining his damaged Purple Mansion and divine powers. "This state of wounded spirit and shattered body does fit the imagery of a missing 'position'..."
Suddenly, his expression shifted.
The heavenly