Boundary Battlefield

It was the third day since they had left that cryptic Angler.

After leaving him behind,

the past three days had passed peacefully, without incident. The Mortal Domain continued eastward, and Chen Fan stayed at the Missile Storage Base as usual. Only... the Eternal Night Continent had stopped moving again.

Soon,

Chen Jiutian's voice came through the Message Talisman again.

"Domain Lord, that Angler... is blocking our way again."

Chen Fan silently returned to the City Wall of the Eternal Night Continent's East defensive line and looked toward the battered fishing boat floating on the sea ahead. He really wanted to know what kind of power this was.

The man said his continent couldn't move forward, and it simply couldn't?

He couldn't even tell what method the Angler was using.

It was as though—

"I want it."

I want you to be unable to advance, so you can't advance.

"Senior?"

Although his thoughts were a jumble, he still spoke with neither servility nor arrogance. "Did you have some guidance for me, Senior?"

"I wouldn't call it guidance."

The Angler sitting on the deck chuckled, and two dishes appeared out of thin air in his palm. "I've just had some good luck these past two days. I fished up another two opening dishes from the Eighteen-Course Banquet, along with a famous specialty."

"Three dishes altogether."

"I haven't had anyone to share them with all these years, and I've been itching to do so. Since you haven't left these waters yet, why not try them together?" Chen Fan stood there in expressionless silence.

He actually wanted to say that he'd already eaten the entire One Hundred and Eight Banquet, fished up by the Angler's own leader. After some thought, though, he decided not to embarrass the senior. Besides, the man genuinely meant