Time flowed on, and sunrises and sunsets over the sea always seemed especially distinct.
In the blink of an eye, five years had passed like a galloping white horse.
Over those five years, Nan Feng had cast off the burdens of the continent. Like an idle old man living in seclusion, he spent most of his time on the picturesque Sea God Island, enjoying a rare stretch of peace.
Only when he was occasionally bored would he have the Snow Empress take him to the Soul Tool Research Institute on Purple Pearl Island for a look around, inspecting the progress of those money-devouring beasts' cutting-edge weapon research.
According to the occasional reports that came in, everything on the continent was developing in an orderly fashion under the push of the Soul Guidance Industrial Revolution. The Two Great Empires and Spirit Hall were all quietly making fortunes, and no significant large-scale conflicts had broken out again.
Everything appeared to be going smoothly.
Yet one matter remained like a heavy stone pressing on Nan Feng's heart—
Bibi Dong still had not emerged from seclusion!
It had been a full five years!
Including the time she had already spent in seclusion before that, the woman had been in the secret realm of Asura God's Trial for far, far too long, with no word from her even now!
For the first time in a long while, this made the ever-calculating Nan Feng feel anxious and unsettled.
"Could it be that that old scheming bastard, the God of Evil, is pulling some shady trick behind the scenes again?"
On a cliff at the edge of Sea God Island, Nan Feng irritably tugged at his hair and paced back and forth.
What he feared most were variables beyond his control. Yet over the years, no matter