Monroe was already dead.
Yet his shackles still haunted them.
Fortunately, Qin Siyang now had more than just [Feast Kingdom].
The crimson island mark on his palm warmed slightly, as if reminding him that he still had an island.
[Domain Summoning].
This was his greatest fallback now.
As Qin Siyang lowered his head in thought, an urgent shout suddenly came from outside the isolation space.
"President Qin!"
A second shout followed immediately.
"President Qin! Come out, quick!"
It was Hu Chan, but his voice was unusually tense.
Hu Chan naturally had the serene face of a Holy Son, and he rarely lost his composure even when facing formidable enemies.
But now he sounded as though he had seen a monster.
Qin Siyang's gaze darkened, and he waved a hand to dispel the isolation space.
The sea breeze rushed in at once.
He stepped out and saw everyone on the island looking up toward the distant sea.
Qin Siyang followed their gazes.
In an instant, his expression changed too.
The distant sea had been divided into two utterly different worlds.
On the left, a mass of black mist completely obscured the starry sky.
The black mist spread across the water, with an upside-down royal court faintly visible within it.
Towers, long bridges, walls, and bell towers all hung beneath the heavens.
It looked like a dead kingdom that someone had overturned above the sea.
Within that darkness stood an old man in a thick jacket, with a full beard.
He merely stood there, yet the seawater around him sank, forming ring after ring of black vortices.
The sea on the right, meanwhile, was blindingly bright.
Flights of white steps made of light rose from the sea, layer upon layer, reaching straight into the starry sky.
At the end of those steps