A pair of Double Pupils shone brilliantly as stars. Within them, suns and moons rose and fell amid terrifying visions of the universe collapsing. Even through a magical mask and across a vast distance, they exerted an indescribable pressure.
Aboard the Ghost Ship, Shi Hao met that gaze from afar. Somewhere beyond his understanding, he felt something he could neither explain nor put into words, as though deep karma bound the two of them.
"Was it an illusion?"
Shi Hao murmured to himself, sinking into deep thought.
Shi Yi withdrew his gaze and paid Shi Hao no further attention. It was not yet time for the two Shis to contend. Shi Hao was too young; he lacked the strength to fight him.
The journey that followed was peaceful.
Shi Yi had slain Venerables' spirit bodies one after another, carving out an illustrious, fearsome reputation. No one dared provoke him. Shi Hao, meanwhile, rode the Ghost Ship, filling everyone with apprehension and keeping them from approaching.
As for the other creatures of land and sea, their clashes and battles grew noticeably less frequent. Most fought bloody battles out of hatred now, while attempts to eliminate competitors declined sharply. There was no other reason: Shi Yi's overwhelming display had shaken them profoundly.
The mighty Sea Demon Race had been wiped out to the last member, all at one person's hands. This meant the balance had been broken. Shi Yi's presence filled every faction with dread.
Everyone was considering the same question: once the Kun Peng Precious Technique appeared, who could possibly outcompete Shi Yi?
Perhaps only by joining forces could they defeat him.
For that very reason, the elites of every race began conserving their strength, no longer throwing themselves so fiercely into bloody battles.
Shi Yi was not surprised. If the