On one side, there's the Da Chu Yang God, who, despite being strained to the limit, strives to save everyone from disaster.
On the other side, there's the most promising young genius of Da Chu, radiant and full of potential.
How should one choose?
For a moment, the Earth Abyss was silent and deathly still. The countless Yin Gods on the Treasure Ship fell into silence.
Until a low rumbling sound echoed from above.
Only then did everyone return to their senses.
They looked up.
The words "Bai Ze," like a ghostly gate, had unknowingly arrived overhead. Two towering giants stood firm, slightly parting the colossal gate of the Secret Tomb, water swirling violently, pulling the Treasure Ship to continue its descent, plunging into the boundless dark abyss—
…
…
Blackness.
Pitch black.
The entire world was pitch black.
