Crossing the Gate into the Sea, the Artistic Conception Becomes Water

In the land of Blood Purgatory, beneath the Water Prison.

A wisp of breeze formed from Qiu Yan's consciousness gradually fell into a dire situation.

All around him, slender traces sealed off every path, leaving almost no gap through which to escape. Not far away, four or five figures darted rapidly back and forth—they were the Cone Guards.

These guards had not discovered Qiu Yan, but they seemed to have sensed something. Following a certain pattern, they narrowed the scope of their patrols.

Qiu Yan condensed his consciousness into a single point and did not let it spread, lest the patrolling guards detect anything amiss. As a result, there were inevitably blind spots when he surveyed his surroundings.

"I never expected these seemingly disorderly traversal marks to form an array. That is truly unexpected. It has trapped me here, leaving me unable to move—either forward or back..."

Qiu Yan weighed the pros and cons in his heart, preparing to make a choice.

He already knew that many great powers in East Flower Continent had begun moving their pieces, intending to expose the Emperor's condition to the world and use it to interfere with the greater tide of Donghua's human order. If they succeeded and the dragon throne changed hands, all Qiu Yan's previous efforts would become useless—

If the matter of the Emperor's death were exposed, then even if Qiu Yan restored Li Kun's soul afterward, disaster would follow without end. It might even backfire, earning him the label of a demonic heretic. Yet a faint smile soon rose in Qiu Yan's heart. *Even if I retreat, the way back is also trapped by the array. I will be exposed eventually. I may as well charge in in one breath. From what I can sense, that place is not far