The Primordial Sacrificial Altar.
Qi Sheng withdrew his gaze from Earth.
He had secretly watched Broken Star's battle with the Dark Tide Apostle.
Even the various conjectures that surfaced in Star Network's mind had been read in real time.
Just as Star Network had thought, resurrecting Broken Star would have been easy for him.
He had chosen not to do so to complete the final stage of his player cultivation plan: desperation, breaking through, transformation.
As for the appearance of the King Level Evil Spirit, it posed no threat in his eyes.
The only one truly worth his attention was the Lord of Rot, who was advancing behind the Tadu Legion.
Once the Lord of Rot broke through to the Demon God Realm, he would ascend to the Dark Tide's highest echelon, reaching heights beyond the grasp of countless millions of Monarchs.
But that day was still far off, and the players had ample time to develop.
No longer watching the changes on Earth, Qi Sheng cast his gaze across space toward a region of the Black Soul Continent.
Tianboyu, Black Soul Continent.
A warm breeze brushed the emerald waves. Mountain flowers bloomed along both shores, their vibrant purples and reds stretching from the lakeside to the distant mountains.
The breeze carried floral fragrance and moisture leisurely across the lake, dispersing the heat among the mountains.
An Azure Mist Mountain-Treading Bull as massive as a small hill rested quietly in the lakeside shallows, its four hooves submerged in the shallow water and faint blood energy lingering around its body.
Controlled by a Life Soul, it was docile, its head drooping lazily as the breeze brushed its mane, serving as a raised platform beside the lake.
Two figures lay on its back, enjoying this little world all to themselves.
In their