In the All Marvelous Heaven, the newly born Blood Sea Fruit Position hung quietly in the vast void, like a blood-red moon.
Its appearance caused a faint ripple to spread across this eternally unchanging, jade-like heaven.
The ripple was so light, as subtle as a speck of dust falling into the ocean, or a gentle breeze brushing across the river of ages.
But it was this imperceptible, subtle influence...
...that became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
It became the catalyst—
—that awakened the True Monarchs.
On the battlefield below, high above the Celestial Vault.
Among the ranks of the Vast Sacred Land, the eyes of an old man with white hair and a beard, dressed in a simple scholar's robe, suddenly focused. His eyes, though murky, held the wisdom of all ages.
The pause lasted but a moment.
But in that instant, the madness and killing intent in his eyes receded like a tide, replaced by a vast, spreading clarity!
"This is…"
