Yang Lake.
Would the world descend into chaos?
Hearing Jiang Ning's question, Zhong Yue's expression could not help but turn vacant.
His first instinct was to say that all under heaven was at peace!
But he knew he could not deceive himself, much less deceive Jiang Ning.
Anyone with even a little foresight could see that people from all corners of the realm were already stirring restlessly.
The ghosts, phantoms, and demons that had lain dormant for so long were also beginning to stir.
Yet that Martial Saint still had not shown himself.
Who did not know that the Martial Saint's end was near?
The moment that Martial Saint, who had suppressed the realm for over eight hundred years, passed away, the world would explode like a powder keg. Within a day, beacon fires would blaze in every direction.
"As long as he lives, there will be no chaos!" Zhong Yue said.
"Then what state is he in now? Does Palace Envoy Zhong know?" Jiang Ning asked.
Zhong Yue shook his head. "I don't know! In all the world, there are probably only a handful of people who know his current condition! But it likely isn't good!"
After those words, the two fell silent.
At that moment, many thoughts ran through Jiang Ning's mind.
By Luo Water Lake.
A phantom flashed past, and a man clad in a black robe lined with white appeared on the shore.
Before him, waves surged in rolling swells, whipped up by the lake wind.
The hem of the man's cloudlike robe was lifted by the oncoming wind, snapping loudly in the air.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his long hair blown back by the wind.
"According to the reports from below, that great demon White Horned Dragon is in this lake, correct?"
"The Human Emperor