When Chen Xiaojun's Nethersea Seven Kill Sword manifested, an indescribably profound fluctuation quietly rippled outward. These invisible ripples swept through every corner of the continent. Though they vanished in an instant, they were enough to set hearts trembling.
Inside the Worship Hall on the mountain behind Spirit Hall, a certain powerful figure's eyes flashed with interest as he murmured, "Interesting."
His voice echoed through the empty hall, heralding the coming storm.
In a dark corner, the Church Leader's low voice rang out. "Grand Elder, it seems our enemies may be gaining another ally."
"Church Leader, there is no need to worry," the Grand Elder replied calmly. "When you're already crawling with lice, a few more won't trouble you. We need only prepare for every eventuality."
"As for this newly emerged martial soul, I will send people to investigate it thoroughly."
In distant Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter gently swirled a Bloody Mary in his left hand, a fathomless light flickering in his eyes.
At the Star-Picking Pavilion in Xuan Ye City, Jing Ye stood quietly before a window. His gaze pierced the night as he looked down upon the lights of countless homes and sighed. "An autumn of troubles."
At a junior academy in a small city, a teacher raised their head to gaze at the stars.
In Garden City, in the distant Silas Kingdom, the president of the Plant Association sat alone at a table, looking somewhat gloomy. "Had our Forest Church never lost its god-level martial soul inheritance, how could we have fallen to this?"
Outside a small cottage, an old woodcutter suddenly stopped chopping wood, his axe still in his hands. He had sensed that mysterious fluctuation.
Yet he did not pause for long before swinging his axe again.
Similar scenes played out all over