The Red Moon Holy Temple.
As the Black Tide drew nearer, the tense, murderous atmosphere grew heavier. The Seven Sub-temples were all preparing their Armed Forces, gathering almost every Legendary expert to deal with the coming Black Tide.
Many young people did not understand what Level 1 alert meant.
But the older generation of the Red Moon Holy Temple, anyone who had experienced that incident over a decade ago, knew exactly what it meant.
An enslaved god!
The words recorded in the taboo Secret Canon could not begin to describe what had actually happened.
Even now, the shock of it remained vivid in their minds.
As a veteran who had experienced that catastrophe over a decade ago, Gu Wei was in a terrible mood.
The other Sub-temples were making urgent preparations, yet the Black Hall was embroiled in infighting, still arguing over the upcoming election for Temple Master.
"The Black Tide is only one day away, and our Black Hall still doesn't have a Temple Master. This simply won't do. I suggest we first elect an acting Temple Master to help everyone get through the Black Tide, then discuss the rest afterward," a rather prestigious fat Warlock said amid the argument.
But someone who rushed in through the entrance quickly interrupted him.
"What a load of fucking bullshit. I could hear your scheming from my house. An acting Temple Master? We've never had such a thing since the Black Hall was founded. Besides, you need to be at least a Level 7 Legendary to be Temple Master, don't you? Why is Level 6 trash like you joining the clamor?"
"I'm Level 6 trash? Then what the hell are you?"
"I'm your father..."
The Red Moon Dark Hall, which should have been quiet, now resembled a marketplace.
The sight gave Gu