Sinking Moon Sea.
The sky was dim, the waning moon had not yet retreated, and the Great Sun had yet to rise.
Solar essence and lunar radiance were about to converge. It was the perfect time for a breakthrough.
Upon a great island.
"Sinking Moon Sea—who would have thought this place was where the Demon Race Great Sage Bi Yue Crow fell in High Antiquity—"
Old Daoist Sanmu was still one-handed and one-armed, seated cross-legged upon a slab of blue rock.
That Great True Person Demon Moon's strike with a Lunar Yin artifact had not merely cost him an arm; he had permanently lost that portion of his body, and not even Divine Abilities could restore it.
Yet at this moment, the old Daoist's eyes shone ever brighter. "Survive a great calamity, and blessings are sure to follow—who would have thought this old Daoist would obtain Golden Attainment provisions—"
The corners of his lips curled slightly, before his expression darkened.
Clearly, the intentions of that figure behind the scenes were hardly concealed any longer.
But even so, what could he do?
According to his observations, Sinking Moon Sea harbored great terror. He could not even leave this island now!
The moment he took a step out, he would die!
And after a few more moments, once the danger in the sea spread onto land, 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 Golden Attainment!"
"So long as I become a True Lord, I can go anywhere beneath heaven!"
Old Daoist Sanmu sat cross-legged, gazing at his damaged Purple Mansion and Divine Abilities. "This state of wounded spirit and shattered body rather fits the image