"A cruise ship vanished, and white mist blotted out the sun?"
Chen Lin held the specially made communicator, a sharp glint flashing through his deep eyes.
Ye Wenjun's voice on the other end was heavy with exhaustion and anxiety.
Navies and scientific expedition teams from various countries had practically turned that stretch of sea upside down. They had found neither the cruise ship, over a hundred meters long, nor even a scrap of wooden decking.
"Advisor Chen, doomsday theories are spreading like wildfire online. Bank runs and waves of people fleeing have already started in coastal cities. This is beyond the scope of modern science."
Chen Lin did not answer immediately.
His fingers tapped lightly against the table. Images of his recent nuclear obliteration of Langya Blessed Land in the East China Sea flashed through his mind.
Back then, Wang Tianhe had burned his origin essence and plunged into the sea, gravely injured. Yet by the time Chen Lin put away the Mountains and Rivers Painting, the body of that cultivator at the peak of late Nascent Soul had vanished into thin air.
A Nascent Soul cultivator's corpse brimmed with blood vitality. To any demon beast, it was an unparalleled treasure of a tonic.
"Send me the coordinates. Seal off the surrounding waters. No one is to approach."
Chen Lin's tone was calm. He hung up immediately.
"We have work to do."
Chen Lin stood, casually threw on a black trench coat, and strode out of the Master Bedroom.
In the courtyard, Yun Sheng was cleaning her sword, while Changqingzi directed two Foundation Establishment spirit cats as they loosened the soil around the medicinal herbs. Heavenly Hatred True Lord stood at the entrance, leaning on his White Bone Cane like a dutiful guardian.
"Boss, what happened?" Seeing Chen Lin's serious