The ocean's whirlpools had been steadily multiplying and intensifying. Heaven and earth were indeed swelling, not growing, because it was like a terrifying current continually crashing in, squeezing and tearing apart the seabed's foundation. The Dragon Clan and countless water tribes were like little leaves within that current, both lost amid heaven and earth's rapid expansion and swept away by the raging flood.
This upheaval was so violent that it spread across heaven and earth in an instant. Even on Fangtai Island Continent, farthest from where the Fusang Tree had fallen, everyone could sense heaven and earth seemingly trembling, their minds filled with a dazed and ominous foreboding.
Those in the Southern Desolation and Black Desolation, the two greatest battlefields where more than half the world's masters had gathered, felt it all the more clearly.
Both demons and the righteous path instinctively slowed their pace.
At the Southern Desolation's Heavenly Secrets Grand Formation, Ju Yuanzi, who had only just returned to rest, the immortal cultivators of Long Sword Mountain, Rong Yun still surrounded by demonic qi and demonic flames, and masters from every side all looked toward the northeast. Some demons did the same.
"What happened, Fellow Daoist Xuanjizi?"
"This is... the Desolate Realm..."
Xuanjizi, controlling the Heavenly Secrets Wheel, wore a horrified expression. Raising his head to look at the wheel in the sky, he saw radiance spreading from its disc in waves. Within that light appeared the movements of heaven and earth's vital currents. The already chaotic fortunes of heaven and earth had been struck by a surging current from the Desolate Realm, making the entire world seem to shake without end.
At Mount Heng, the Mount Heng Mountain God let out a pained cry that was nearly a howl.
"Ah—"
The divine might suffusing all of Mount