Fang Yun's Sacred Sense had long since stopped reciting the Classics of the Sages.
Within the Western Sea Dragon Palace, countless members of the Water Race and Dragon Race gazed upward, their faces filled with horror.
The descendants of Ao Min, the Western Sea Dragon Sage, trembled uncontrollably.
Only now did they realize Fang Yun was the Thunder Master.
Boom...
The seawater Ao Min had parted was like two oceans crashing into each other, flooding the Western Sea Dragon Palace. The enormous rift slowly closed, until only undercurrents churned beneath the surface.
In merely a dozen or so breaths, the Western Sea returned to calm.
The Three Seas had lost their masters.
Mournful conch calls sounded throughout the Three Seas, spreading across the Four Seas and throughout the Saint Origin Continent.
With the Heaven-Viewing Mirror's disappearance and the return of the Starfire Armillary Mirror, the springtime air of the Saint Origin Continent came to an abrupt halt.
The deaths of the Three Seas Dragon Sages added a trace of chill to the Saint Origin Continent.
Between Heaven and earth, snow stretched boundlessly white.
Fang Yun stood upon a Sacred Cloud above the Western Sea, silently gazing into the distance.
After an unknown length of time, a gigantic spatial gate suddenly appeared ahead.
The uninjured Lan Xun and the blood-soaked Ao Zhou tumbled out of it and came to a stop in midair.
Fang Yun opened his mouth, and faint light rose, illuminating an entire realm in an instant.
The True Dragon Sacred Sword, which had been gathering power for a long time, carried its greatest might as it instantly teleported between Ao Zhou and Lan Xun, appearing before Ao Zhou's eyes.
Ao Zhou's eyes flew wide open as he watched helplessly while the True Dragon Sacred Sword flashed past his