Wu Dao had never been the reckless type, something Prince Nanyang should have known.
Yet he had still made a point to warn him.
This meant that some danger specifically targeting him alone might occur during the future Great Tribulation.
Lay low, and the storm will pass.
Press forward, and you risk life and death.
That was the general idea.
'I hate people who talk in riddles!'
Wu Dao's eyes narrowed. He was certain Prince Nanyang knew something, but for some unknown reason, he hadn't disclosed it.
But this feeling—where heaven, earth, and he all knew something...
...while he alone was left in the dark.
It was truly suffocating.
"Whew... but it'll be soon. The Dragon Mud Cave Heaven will open in a year at most. What needs to be known will be known."
Looking up at the boundless ocean beyond the Primordial Forest, Wu Dao let out a soft sigh, suppressed the thoughts in his mind, and quickened his pace.
The Dragon Mud Cave Heaven.
