The Evil Sea has become so calm.

As if all ailments have been swept away, and a sick body has recovered. The sky is clear and the water transparent, like a bright and clear human world.

Yet, for some unknown reason, Jiang Wang feels a sadness in his heart. He feels very sorrowful, yet he doesn’t know where this sadness comes from.

Some change far beyond the God-approaching level, he certainly cannot perceive.

"Unexpectedly, it evolved to this point; we ended up one step too slow."

Chen Pu suddenly sighed, ignoring the Yan Dao level Evil Observation that had been imprisoned by Junzi Zhang, turned around, and left.

You must know that given a little more time, this Evil Observation could have been completely annihilated. The death of one Yan Dao level Evil Observation is worth more than a thousand Inner Mansion Realm disciples of the Blood River Sect, washing away a thousand years of Saint Water’s efforts!

Yet he stopped here.

He is not the only one.

Si Yu’an also sheathed his sword and turned away, heading directly outside: "The disaster has changed dramatically, external cause is hard to seek. Without Dao Venerate emerging, what can be done? Now we can only retreat to the Door of Mortal World and wait for the next change."

Of course, he did not forget to sweep a sword light around Jiang Wang as he swiftly retreated from the Evil Sea.

At this moment, Jiang Wang has no idea what has happened, he simply keeps silent, not adding to the chaos for Master of the Archive.

From the phantom body’s perspective, Wu Bingyi’s face can already be seen clearly.

This is a person who looks extremely serious. Stern brows and a vertical nose with pursed lips, his entire being is meticulous in appearance and temperament, from hair bun to long boots.

Like him, the purging of the space and setting of the sea, at this moment, he says nothing and strides directly to the Door of Mortal World.

"What about the Blood River?" Peng Chongjian suddenly asked, his voice filled with grief: "Our Blood River Sect, pioneering the Blood River realm for tens of thousands of years, what about it!?"

No one responded to him.

Those present are all top figures at Beyond the Peak.

A single life bears the weight of thousands. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Soothing the mood of the Blood River Sect’s Left Protector is not anyone’s responsibility.

"Let’s go." True Monarch Xuehe Huo Shiji sighed.

"Sect Master! There’s still a way! Think again, there’s still a way, right?" Peng Chongjian pleaded.

"Go!" Huo Shiji grabbed Peng Chongjian, along with the blood boat, immediately soaring into the sky, rushing toward the Door of Mortal World.

Theoretically speaking, Yandao True Monarch should have an absolutely precise grasp of timing.

But just as Jiang Wang at the God-approaching level finds it difficult to understand the power at the Dongzhen Level.

Even holding verification at Yan Dao, one may not necessarily glimpse the scenery above Absolute Summit.

Thus at this moment, a chaotic voice resounds in the Evil Sea.

It’s called chaotic because it seems like tens of thousands, dozens of thousands of existences speaking together, each one’s voice different. But it becomes a collective, precise expression of voice because they are unified on the level of "expression" by some power.

Simply put, you hear the same unified expression, whether it’s the chirping of birds or the howling of wolves, due to this power.

It does not unify sounds, nor individuals, but unifies the final expression. What an unimaginable power!

This is not Tao Language.

Or rather, this is not the Tao Language of natural world, this is a "Tao Language" belonging exclusively to some existence, capable alike of making anyone understand upon hearing!

The voice speaks—

"Bodhi... Bodhi has no tree!"

"Bright Mirror... Bright Mirror is not a stand."

"Originally... Originally nothing exists."

"Call me... Call me to transform into dust!"