Zhong Xi, Xi Yang, Rui Chong, and Zhan Shou moved simultaneously, disregarding the cost entirely. They weren’t aiming to truly eliminate the human race in the Ji You realm, but only to cut off their possibility of stopping Gao Jie.

The entire Ji You realm domain was sealed and suppressed, a price so steep, like slicing off flesh, enough to make any Yan Dao expert feel pain.

Cao Jie and the others didn’t even need to do anything; they only needed to wait for a quarter of an hour. The continuous cost of sealing and suppressing would be enough to exhaust these several Sea Race Emperor Lords.

And they indeed did nothing. Except for Yu Li Yang brushing up the spring wind, blowing away the purple color in Emperor Lord Wu Yuan’s eyes from the crowd.

Except for Peng Chong Jian flying up Tai Yi Mountain, blocking Emperor Lord Xuan Shen’s overlook.

Cao Jie, Yue Jie, and Zhu Sui all stood quietly in front of the boundary river.

And this was precisely the reason for Zhong Xi’s unease. He absolutely did not doubt the human race True Monarchs’ courage to fight to the death, just as they, the Sea Race’s absolute peak experts, were also fighting with their lives at this moment.

In front of Tian Fo Temple, outside Dong Hai Dragon Palace, they had fought like this, not hesitating to abandon territories to seize the initiative.

How could Cao Jie choose to wait at this moment instead?

Zhong Xi, who had revealed his Sea Lord original form, overlooked the opposite shore across the boundary river. Everything he saw seemed as tiny as ants. But perhaps it was precisely because he was too grand at this moment that he couldn’t find the answer in the fine details.

“That group is so generous with their cultivation, forcibly sealing the realm domain. They must have a plan!” The newly promoted Blood River True Monarch stood on the peak of Tai Yi Mountain, looking up at Emperor Lord Xuan Shen. He asked Cao Jie, “Cao Yuanshuai! Why are you being so conservative at this time?”

“Yes, they are not stingy with their cultivation, consuming their origin greatly,” Cao Jie said very calmly. “Only if we follow desperately can their greatness in fighting for their race be manifested. If we quietly observe the changes, how can they not have inflated ambitions?”

Both Peng Chong Jian and Cao Jie had recently reached Yan Dao, and in the human race’s absolute peak forest, both were considered newcomers. Hence, they spoke to each other without as many scruples.

“If we really sit and observe the changes, they might have inflated ambitions, but it’s more likely they will get what they wish for.”

Peng Chong Jian’s voice was limited to the ears of several Yan Dao True Monarchs. “Is there something I don’t know?”

Yue Jie said, “When Shen Du True Monarch invited you to come to Mi Realm, didn’t he tell you anything?”

Blood River Sect and Diao Hai Lou, one guarding against disaster water, one guarding the Cang Hai. One side has ‘Bitter Sea Cliff’ facing the sea, often advising the world to turn back. One side is ‘Tian Ya Tai’ directly facing Mi Realm, looking out to the edge of the world from here.

They were quite similar in many ways, able to empathize deeply.

The two sects had always been on good terms, especially Wei Xun and Huo Shi Ji, who were said to be very close.

Hence, Yue Jie would have such a question.

Peng Chong Jian remained unchanged. “I came to Mi Realm mainly at Qi Ting’s invitation.”

Jiang Wang had previously wondered if a newly promoted True Monarch like Peng Chong Jian, instead of focusing on guarding against disaster water, would come to participate in the Mi Realm war. Was it giving face to Qi Country or to Diao Hai Lou?

Others only knew that Blood River Sect and Diao Hai Lou were on good terms, but he knew that the previous generation Blood River True Monarch, Huo Shi Ji, had been very closely tied to Qi Country. Although Huo Shi Ji was now dead, their cooperation might still continue.

He was after all a bit young.

Peng Chong Jian’s arrival was both giving face to Qi Country and Diao Hai Lou, fulfilling invitations from both sides.

Cao Jie said with deep meaning, “Our war is over. Everyone did very well and is also very tired. It is time to rest well.”

Peng Chong Jian stood on the mountain peak, no longer speaking. Our war is over.

Then, what was still continuing… whose war was it?

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter!

Red raindrops smashed onto Tian Ya Tai, making this platform, which held a sacred meaning in the hearts of billions of Sea Race people, appear particularly lonely.

Tai Yong had been gone for a long time, and even Tai Yong had fallen in battle at Tian Fo Temple in Sha Po Dragon Domain.

But the wind and rain he brought to Huai Island had not stopped.

The sudden rain was mixed with blood rain, hence the color spread.

Even the sky seemed to weep for the fallen True Persons of the two realms… The people struggling for survival on Huai Island had no time to be sad.

The thunder tide had thinned out considerably. On the vast crescent-shaped island, there were more and more ‘reef stones’, more and more ‘shelters’.

Bai Yu Xia, holding his sword, shuttled across the island, organizing rescue forces in the shortest time possible. This also relied on Yang Liu’s help – fortunately, Yang Liu survived and no longer cared to doubt anything. No matter how rampant Jiang Wang was, could he still be in league with the Sea Race?

Bai Yu Xia wholeheartedly carried out the rescue efforts on Huai Island. He absolutely did not mention what he saw on Tian Ya Tai. He even intentionally or unintentionally prevented Yang Liu and the others from going in that direction.

He was such a clever person, able to think too much from a single back figure.

The more he thought, the more silent he became.

Being silent in the rain was not a special thing.

The man wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat had been silent for too many years. His attire seemed to be just for meeting this storm.

He sat alone on the highest point of Tian Ya Tai, which was also the foremost front line. In front of him was the sea domain covered by the storm, the vast Mi Realm. Below him was a ten thousand zhang cliff, where surging waves crashed against the stone wall, the broken waves like jade pulp.

He sat here, battered by the rain, whipped by the thunder, silently without a sound.

This was the island he had guarded for long years, this was the sect he had personally founded. In the mouths of many people, he might also be called ‘great’.

Today, the thunderstorm washed over, today the sky wept blood. Today he sat alone.

He was like a piece of fossil rather than a person. He was accustomed to silence rather than speech, accustomed to waiting and becoming a waiting stone. It had been three thousand… three thousand how many years?

He tried to forget some things. A part was indeed forgotten, but a part could not be forgotten no matter what, becoming even more profound.

The so-called ‘profound’ was using a small heart-gouging knife, forcefully carving and writing on the heart. The more the heart moved, the more it ached.

This island had his most frequently drunk wine. The wine’s name was Tian Ya Bitter.

Tian Ya was actually not bitter. Bitter was the drifting heart.

How could one know Tian Ya was bitter before reaching Tian Ya Tai?

He had not sat here for a very long time, had not thought so quietly for a very long time.

Memories were hooks, hooking tangible and intangible lines, pulling out deep and shallow scars.

Thunder raged on Huai Island, unrestrained by wine houses, residences, or any important sect places.

All the prosperity had become a thing of the past; now the entire view was full of sores and scars.

In the center of this huge island was the sect headquarters of Diao Hai Lou.

Two inconspicuous wooden pillars formed the plaque gate of this great sect.

In the fierce thunder and sudden rain, they were as black and dark as before.

Only the two couplets carved on them were clearer at this time.

The left one said: Unhook for the moon, already hanging eternally in the Cang Qiong.

The right one said: Break the rod for fuel, then illuminate all beings.

This couplet was the personal handwriting of the founding ancestor master, Diao Long Ke, and had stood here for many years, watching generation after generation of Diao Hai Lou disciples and welcoming visitors from all sides.

As a couplet, it seemed to never have a horizontal inscription.

Many people had asked this question and never received an answer.

Many people had tried to write one for it, but none seemed appropriate.

But at this time, as Yang Liu, supporting his injury, flew past this couplet with Bai Yu Xia, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He turned his head to look. At this moment, he didn’t know why, but he suddenly burst into tears, crying in the pouring rain.

He thought he saw the horizontal inscription of this ancient and famous couplet.

At that time, a round bright moon was slowly rising, exactly between the two wooden pillars.

What was the horizontal inscription of this couplet? It was the eternal bright moon!

It needed no words from the beginning. Let the people of the world describe it. It was bright in itself, illuminating every night that it should illuminate!

Thunder could not crush it, sudden rain could not stop it, darkness could not cover it.

It rose silently amidst the blood rain.

In Yang Liu’s eyes, in Bai Yu Xia’s eyes, in the eyes of all the survivors on Huai Island, it climbed up the high sky bit by bit, tearing apart the rain curtain, crashing through the thunder clouds.

Of course, it was also in Diao Long Ke’s eyes.

Sitting on this cliff edge and looking at the sea, both the sky and the sea were unclear. Until a round bright moon rose in the distance, seemingly leaping up from the bottom of the sea, then flying higher and higher, unstoppable.

The bright white moonlight illuminated the sea surface and also lit up the high cliff.

The line of words carved on the cliff wall of Tian Ya Tai shone brightly from this.

The bright moon on the sea rises, from here one can see the edge of the world.

The bright moon on the sea, rising at this time.

No matter the near sea, Mi Realm, or Cang Hai. All places where the Sea Race was active, great changes were occurring.

All existences associated with this, whether intentional or not, were witnessing this leap.

For Gao Jie, it was ‘what is seen is what is gained’. For others, it was ‘what is seen is what is recognized’.

Gao Jie’s power was already beyond repetition, and he was moving from ‘powerful’ towards ‘great’!

Gurgle gurgle, gurgle gurgle…

One huge war beast after another swam past the even larger warships.

Although already thoroughly declared scrap, the remains were still like mountains.

The war outside Dong Hai Dragon Palace had ended. The surplus Sea Race armies wanted to go to the places they should go – going to Sha Po Dragon Domain was definitely too late, and there was no need for it.

When the overall leap was complete, the Sea Race’s overall strength would expand. Having a short-term power advantage in Mi Realm here, why not turn around and overturn Cang Wu Realm, Tian Jing Country?

Beside a sinking boat, a thousand sails passed by.

Wing King Shui Ying Di Zang sat cross-legged in the high sky, quietly feeling the changes in the Sea Lord’s original form.

In this racial leap, the lower the layer, the greater the benefit. It was a sublimation of life essence. In the bodies of the newborn, it could be more fully embodied.

But for a True King like him, it was not completely without effect. As a member of the Sea Race, he could also glimpse the great traces of His Majesty Gao Jie from the leap of life essence.

Those experts who had already reached a critical juncture presumably could gain more inspiration from it.

If this racial leap could be smoothly completed, the Sea Race experts would definitely explode!

He opened his eyes again.

He didn’t know why, as long as he closed his eyes, that blood-stained smile would always appear before him!

Clearly, the warship had been thoroughly washed by heavenly-ranked techniques, killing it completely, leaving nothing alive… although it did not prevent that fortune and disaster door.

Shui Ying Di Zang completely trusted his own power, but indeed, he was always unable to drive away his unease.

He simply opened his sharp eyes, coldly watching the remains of the Fu Ze warship. A thought suddenly arose in his heart, so he lifted his hand to press remotely, planning to crush the remains of this warship, including the remaining armor and corpses on the warship, all together, crushing them into more specific, finer, and less accidental things.

But at this moment, he couldn’t help but lift his head. He saw the moon! Mi Realm actually had a moon!

A dignified True King, suddenly lost for words! Was it only him, Shui Ying Di Zang?

Even in the battlefield where several Yan Dao experts fought in the Ji You realm domain, even everything inside and outside the entire Ji You realm domain, almost all were soaked by the terrifying power of Yan Dao experts.

The sky still showed the moon. The moon still walked to the middle of the sky.

It clearly hung, shining upon this realm, but it seemed to have no relation to any existence.

It did not affect Zhong Xi’s imprisonment seal, nor did it affect Zhan Shou’s killing move targeting life grids, it even did not interfere with the sacred giant face that Rui Chong manifested in the high sky, nor did it cover the fierce sun transformed by Emperor Lord Chi Mei.

Nor was it affected.

Night came and the moon rose, wasn’t that the way of heaven? The bright moon hung high, wasn’t that the truth of the world? Facing the Sea Race Emperor Lords were Yu Li Yang, Peng Chong Jian, and the quietly observing Cao Jie, Zhu Sui, and Yue Jie.

They couldn’t help but lift their heads to look. They weren’t the only ones who couldn’t help.

No matter human race or sea race, no matter what kind of cultivation, what kind of mood, in what kind of situation, at this moment everyone lifted their heads.

Mi Realm originally did not have heaven and earth, at least outside the fundamental important places of the two races, positions were inverted, rules chaotic, and there was no concept of heaven and earth.

But when the moon appeared, there was the sky.

The place where the bright moon hung high was heaven! The place where the moonlight sprinkled down was the mundane world!

All living beings looked up at the sky and could see that it was a round bright crescent moon, hanging lonely in the high sky.

No one knew when it came here, it seemed to never leave. From now on, Mi Realm should be bright for a long time.

On Tian Ya Tai, that Diao Long Ke, silent like a fossil, finally reached out his hand from under the straw raincoat. Under the fierce wind, sudden rain, and startling thunder, he slowly drew out a fishing rod from behind.

In that painful, heavily trembling voice, the fishing rod revealed its full appearance.

This rod was ordinary, nothing but a section of spine bone. Nothing but a segment of spine.

He had not made a move for several thousand years, his stories no longer spread in this world, the Sea Race had forgotten his prestige!

He had endured through long waiting, endured everything difficult to endure.

Ask today, are all the world’s old friends dead? Who still harbors old hatred?!

Holding this rod in his palm, he flicked it lightly, and suddenly thousands and tens of thousands of fishing lines were flung out!

These fishing lines were nearly transparent, at first glance appearing as moonlight, but only Yan Dao level experts could discern that they were Dao Ze!

It was the Dao Ze of Shen Du True Monarch, who had already sunk into the sea, who was already dead, scattered throughout the entire Mi Realm after death, returned to heaven and earth!

It was that Diao Hai Lou, full of ideals and memories.

And the ends of all the fishing lines were connected to that high-hanging bright moon.

One round moon, hanging and shining through ancient and modern times. One round moon, shining upon all realm domains. The moon seemed to fall down. The moon was like a hook!

Gao Jie gazed at all the Sea Race. The moon shone upon all the Sea Race.

In this instant, deep in the Cang Hai, that terrifying existence stretching like a mountain range suddenly opened its scaled eyes. He was only one step away from greatness, the entire Sea Race’s leap was only one step away.

But countless moonlights penetrated his countless eyes.

In every terrifying scaled eye, a moon phase was manifested!

Diao Long Ke, who had not made a move for over three thousand years, Diao Long Ke, who was publicly recognized as dead…

Now, with his own Dao body’s spine bone as a rod,

With Wei Xun’s Dao Ze, which had scattered throughout the entire Mi Realm after his death and returned to heaven and earth, as a line,

With countless war-dead human race as bait, with the bright moon as a hook, thus fishing Wan Tong!

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