The monk wore a long beard, yet his scalp and face were utterly smooth, like a youth's.
Standing still in the void, he surveyed his surroundings, a trace of wistfulness in his eyes.
But a look of discomfort soon surfaced despite himself.
Frowning slightly, he murmured, "Sin covers this place. None of the Bodhisattvas wish to come here, for fear of compromising their merit. I cannot stay long. Still, were it not for that, this merit would never have fallen into my hands..."
Without hesitation, he casually took out a ring engraved with a pavilion pattern.
After he activated it slightly, a vast star map materialized above the ring.
Countless yellow dots and one solitary red dot marked the star map.
"The Great Sea Market is indeed gone."
The monk swept his gaze over the star map and calculated on his fingers, shaking his head slightly.
Without further delay, he found the nearest black dot around the red dot, transformed into a streak of golden light, and sped toward it.
Before long, he arrived, only to find charred ruins stretching before him. Clearly, an unimaginably bitter battle had taken place here.
The monk stepped out of the streak of light, his brows creasing almost imperceptibly.
With a thought, he extended his hand and lightly pointed at the ruins.
A phantom image immediately rose above the entire ruin. Within it, countless cultivators crisscrossed one another, streaks of light dancing across the sky...
"The three Great Realms really did attack the people from beyond the boundary?"
Seeing that the cultivators included no shortage of people with handsome, normal appearances, the monk was not particularly surprised.
Before he came, the Bodhisattvas had already divined the situation in the Sea of Boundary Turmoil. With the Great Sea Market gone, a fierce battle between the