Blue skies, emerald seas, and a boundless ocean.
After instantly slaying the Blood Clan's Blood Emperor and departing unscathed, the Heaven-Piercing Divine Ark cleaved through the waves. Everyone aboard beamed with delight, and the atmosphere was jubilant.
Only after they had sailed several thousand miles, with the Lost City nowhere in sight and no pursuers behind them, did Jian Shang return inside. Yet he found the council hall in utter chaos, like a marketplace.
Even more outrageous, plants, trees, ores, garments, and fabrics lay scattered throughout the hall. The dignified Goddess of Wisdom, Chengshalina, disregarded the filth as she hugged a massive tree over ten meters long, its branches broken and leaves withered. Dirty water, sand, and soil stained her, forming a glaring contrast with her snow-white robes. The others were much the same, heedless of the dirt as they clutched their finds like treasures they could not bear to release.
These things had all fallen from the collapsing Lost City and then been salvaged from the sea-their appearance hardly needed imagining. Everyone present was either a high-ranking official of the Huan Kingdom or a Great Adept. Did they have no dignity left? Had they turned the council hall into a storeroom?!
Taking a deep breath, Jian Shang suppressed his bewilderment and irritation. He surveyed everyone with a faint smile and said:
"Judging by your expressions, you must have made quite a haul. Tell me about it, and let's see whether it's enough to redeem your offenses with meritorious deeds!"
It was rare to see everyone so happy, and Jian Shang's own gains had been extraordinarily rich. He did not want to spoil the mood.
Although this affair at the Lost City had deepened the Huan Kingdom's hidden peril, the Canada-U.S. Allied Forces would not necessarily dare invade China before