He slowly walked out of the conference hall and glanced at the waning moon outside.
With his hands behind his back, he muttered to himself.
"Bai Tang, this is your destiny, why do you resist?"
...
Overseas, on a deserted island, amidst dense forests.
An underground lair occupied by the Evil Ghost Court.
"Boom…"
A giant lake, steam rising, wild waves surging, shrouded in mist, enveloping the surrounding air. The lake looks vast beyond measure, not something a small island could contain, as if it's a fusion of the Deep World and the real world, creating a unique environment. Tides ripple within the lake, sometimes outward, sometimes inward.
It's like at its core, a giant is breathing rhythmically.
The view zooms in.
