From the sound of it, the Moon God was very confident in his control over the current situation. But why were Ye Han and the others more anxious than they were?
This left Wu Xuantian somewhat puzzled. After all, the composure and steadiness of cultivators at the spirit transformation stage were beyond what ordinary cultivators could match. Although Ye Han probably had a lifespan problem, surely that would not make him so anxious?
The Moon God said calmly, "Do you think the renowned Star-Seizing Tower will stay this peaceful? Within a few years, the star-sea blood tide is certain to strike. When that happens, it would be strange if they weren't anxious!"
Wu Xuantian's expression shifted. "The star-sea blood tide? Didn't that disappear long ago?"
Wu Xuantian did know something about the star-sea blood tide. Back then, the Immortal Race had sacrificed tens of millions of lives from a minor race, turning them into a blood tide that seeped into and attacked the Ancient Human Race's eternal restriction formation on the Star Continent. It had been a vicious move.
Supposedly, it had fallen short at the final hurdle and failed. Its power should have vanished long ago!
The Moon God gave Wu Xuantian a casual glance and said, "It seems you know a little about this. But things aren't what you think. The star-sea blood tide failed not because it lacked the power to break the Ancient Human Race's eternal restriction, but because powerful cultivators intervened."
At this point, a trace of mockery appeared on the Moon God's face. "Precisely because powerful cultivators intervened, and the Immortal Race couldn't show themselves for fear of losing all face before the races of the myriad realms and suffering their condemnation, they could only rub their noses and swallow that grievance in silence.