Within the Nine Provinces, a storm was already brewing under the surface. Although no great battle had yet broken out, an undercurrent was already moving in secret, and Emperor Jiang would soon confront the Great Heavenly Venerate head-on.
However, above the East Sea, in the northeast direction of the Divine Country, about two hundred thousand miles away, the sea was calm and quiet.
In this sea area, there was no wind, not even the slightest sound of the wind, yet occasionally, huge waves would rise. These waves were dark black, reaching heights of dozens or even hundreds of feet.
The dark sea area formed a circle, surrounding a massive island with a circumference of five thousand miles. Clouds and mist lingered over the path, with verdant greenery, pavilions, and towers winding around the high peaks, and palaces sitting one by one in succession.
