[Azure Abyss Outer Sea], White Bone Abyss.
In the distant sky, the battle between the two Nascent Soul True Lords was terrifying beyond measure. Explosions roared like the heavens splitting, shock waves surged like the sea collapsing, and the entire world trembled, churning the sea for thousands of miles around into a boiling cauldron.
To the surviving cultivators of the [Sea-Ruins Merchant Guild], it felt as though the end of the world had arrived.
Every face had long since drained of color. Their legs went weak, and even remaining upright took all their strength.
They knew that a mere wisp of aura or a brush with the aftershocks could grind them to dust and extinguish their lives.
Before a battle at the Nascent Soul level, these people, who ordinarily counted as prominent figures in the Sea-Ruins Merchant Guild, were as fragile as ants.
"Fellow Daoist Mo-"
Seeing this, [Daoist Golden Light] felt his mouth go dry as well. He cautiously approached Mo Zhaoli, an involuntary trace of respect-even fawning-entering his manner as he called to her.
Mo Zhaoli was watching Lin Changheng's battle with the Nascent Soul True Lord of the Demonic Path with intense concern. Unfortunately, the fog that had suddenly appeared was so thick that she could not see through it at all, leaving her somewhat worried.
Yet she vaguely felt that the way the fog had appeared, and its form, were inexplicably familiar.
For the moment, she could not remember why-
"Hmm? What is it, Fellow Daoist Golden Light?"
Hearing Daoist Golden Light beside her, Mo Zhaoli turned her pretty face toward him. She noticed his unusual expression and paused, then quickly understood and asked with a smile.
Her peripheral vision, however, remained fixed on the fog.
"Well, it's like this. Since the senior True Lord is