The Black Spear that shot out instantly disintegrated.
At the same time, the falling snowflakes, the churning of millions of tons of seawater—
—all froze as if in a still frame.
It was as if someone had pressed pause on the world.
"Hm? It's you, Cyan Profound!"
On the surface of the sea.
Ao Lin, in his black-robed form, suddenly looked up at the sky, his robes billowing.
"You old bastard. I knew you weren't dead yet!"
The once-dense gray fog had vanished at some point.
In its place, high in the firmament,
a supremely brilliant light cascaded down like the Milky Way, illuminating the entire horizon.
Within the light, a colossal, expressionless face appeared, blotting out the sky and glowing with a pure light.
"You worthless filth. How dare you enter the surface world? You shall be slain!"
The voice boomed like a great bell, echoing between heaven and earth with infinite majesty.
As the final decree was issued—
