"Black Tortoise Plains."
Dark clouds blanketed the land as an endless strange tide charged toward the Yellow Springs Mouth Region. But the next moment, when a strange entity standing on a Ghost Emperor's shoulder at the very front raised his hand to signal a halt, the vast strange tide stopped in perfect unison.
It was like a film put on pause.
There were almost no collisions.
"The King..."
At the very front.
The strange entity standing on the Ghost Emperor's shoulder narrowed his eyes toward Western Wasteland Island. He sensed that the King was dead. How had the King suddenly died on Western Wasteland Island? Had he been careless?
He lowered his gaze to his arm.
A red line was gradually appearing around his wrist.
This was the Royal Clan's Heavenly Dao summoning them. The Old Wang was dead, leaving neither an heir nor a will. A New King had to be chosen to lead the Royal Clan as it continued to grow.
"Remain here and await orders."
After issuing his final command in a hoarse voice.
Immediately afterward.
Dozens of strange entities began laying a teleportation formation on the ground. The moment it was completed, he stepped forward and vanished. When his vision returned, he was already on the Primordial Continent.
Endless darkness shrouded the entire continent.
But it did not impede his vision.
Inside a Great Hall.
Dozens of Generals had already arrived before him. All the strange entities remained silent, waiting quietly for everyone to assemble. Some had wandering eyes, looking as though none of this concerned them. Others wore grieving expressions, mourning the King's death. Still others lowered their eyes and feigned complete lifelessness.
Every manner of behavior was on display, each harboring different thoughts.
Farther down in the Great Hall.
Sat rows of Ghost Emperors.