Yanjing, the underground Supreme Command Center.
Scarlet alarm lights flashed wildly as shrill sirens blared, bathing the entire hall in blood-red light.
"Alert! Severe spatial curvature anomaly at the Arctic Glacier!"
"Energy levels are rising exponentially! They have exceeded the system's calculation limit!"
Ye Wenjun braced both hands against the console, the corners of his eyes twitching violently. On the main screen, the Arctic's once-stable, deep-blue ice fields were now covered in thick, viscous blood-red light.
"What's going on?" General Zhao strode over, the stars on his epaulets gleaming coldly beneath the red light. "Didn't Advisor Chen say the passage there would need at least another ten years to stabilize?"
"A miscalculation... no, the other side isn't playing by the rules at all!"
Ye Wenjun hammered at the keyboard, bringing up high-resolution satellite footage.
Amid the polar storm, a Void Rift three thousand meters long was forcibly torn open, as though by a pair of invisible hands.
Wedged into the edge of the rift was a deathly white Bone Cauldron as large as a mountain. Sickening black-and-red flames burned inside it, countless distorted faces wailing and struggling within them.
Those were living souls. Enough living souls to fill half of Huaxia.
With the Bone Cauldron forcibly holding the passage open, Bronze Warships hundreds of meters long slowly sailed out of the spatial rift, one after another, like bloodthirsty locusts.
At the bow of one warship stood an old Daoist with white hair and a youthful face, his hands clasped behind his back.
His Daoist robe was embroidered with stars, the sun, and the moon, yet his eyes held none of a cultivator's clarity, only utter brutality and indifference.
He was the Sacred Spirit Sect's mid Deity Transformation patriarch-the same man whose primary node Chen Lin had destroyed with a single