Understanding Cause and Effect

Wu Pifu felt neither sorrow nor joy. Gripping his saber, he shot toward the horizon.

A battle, a powerful enemy, a desperate situation—when all was said and done, it was nothing more than that. As if he had never experienced any of it before.

People were like this. The first time they faced a desperate situation, it could be called finding life amid death. The second time, it could be called a fight to the death. The third time, it could barely be called one final struggle. But this was already the fourth, fifth, sixth time he had faced a desperate situation... Wu Pifu was even beginning to get used to it.

"But that's fine... One should always draw one's blade against the strong, shouldn't they?"

Wu Pifu looked at the fog beyond the horizon, a savage grin appearing on his face.

Dense fog blotted out the sky and sun. From several thousand meters up in the air, no matter whether one looked east, west, south, or north, all one could see was thick fog stretching straight up to the heavens.

Even ordinary people could tell that this fog was anything but benign. Those with slightly sharper spiritual senses could even perceive the great terror and malice within it. To ordinary people, this was a true natural disaster. Even if they could see the terrible horror hidden in the fog, there was nothing they could do but remain where they were and await death.

Wu Pifu flew through the sky. As he flew, he would occasionally pour inner force into the ocean, altering the direction of its currents. Through this, he sensed the conditions on many inhabited islands, at ports, and aboard ships at sea. Faced with the rolling fog sweeping toward them, many were panicked, terrified, despairing, and even