The Death of a Blessed Land

Great Vortex Strait, on a level beyond the sight of ordinary people, tremors spread outward.

"It really is about to collapse."

His Yang Spirit descended into the Blessed Land. Watching meteors streak across the heavens, Jiang Chen knew this was the brilliance before destruction. After the passage of countless years, this Blessed Land ruled by the Star-Traveling Whale clan had finally reached the end of its days.

"Peer into the essence of the Blessed Land and take away the Heavenly Star. Those are the two things I need to do this time."

Having clarified his goal, Jiang Chen did not linger. He fused his consciousness with the Spirit Lord's, and at that moment, he became the Spirit Lord.

With a hum, his vision shifted, and Jiang Chen saw a different Blessed Land.

"A Blessed Land is a place favored by heaven and earth, where spiritual essences gather. It contains not only true intents, but even traces of Dao Resonance. It is they that uphold this independent world."

His gaze swept across the surroundings, and Jiang Chen saw traces of varying depth and clarity.

"As the Blessed Land collapses, all phenomena will reveal themselves. The opportunity I seek will arrive soon. Before then, though, I must conceal things to some extent, minimizing the disturbance of the Blessed Land's collapse and preventing Jellyfish Palace from noticing."

As his thoughts turned, his Yang Spirit spread out, twisting the surrounding void.

Ever since that great battle ended, Jellyfish Palace had withdrawn as a whole, retreating into the deep sea. Still, it was always better to be cautious. If Jellyfish Palace discovered traces in advance, that would be troublesome.

And so, time passed silently.

At a certain moment, strange phenomena appeared in the sky. An ancient whale wailed mournfully, and the entire Star Sea Blessed