Deep within the cold mysterious sea.
Xu Guang stands alongside Yan Ruge in an abandoned palace.
Looking at the somewhat chaotic forbidden technique before them, it seems shattered, yet contains hints of new life.
Xu Guang frowned slightly and said softly, "This mysterious sea... something's off! It feels like it's nurturing something."
Yan Ruge's expression was equally solemn.
"Have you noticed something? We've been here for quite a while and have vaguely understood the forces within the mysterious sea, yet... there seems to be no Saints."
"From what I know for sure, at least four Saints have fallen here in the past thousand years. Why do you think there's no legend of them in the mysterious sea?"
Thinking about it in detail, Xu Guang felt a slight sense of dread in his heart.
"Do you mean...those Saints are already dead?"
Yan Ruge's eyes were inexplicable, as if he had thought of something, and said in a low voice.
