Then the announcement came. It resonated through the space around him rather than being spoken by any visible voice, filling the empty space with words that seemed to come from everywhere at once.
Arthur stood still and listened.
The Nether Realm Invaders were breaching the realm. All cultivators were being evacuated for their safety. Someone had already been chosen, and had already received the inheritance of the secret realm.
No name was given.
Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly at that, though his face stayed calm.
'They won't say it outright,' Arthur thought, 'but plenty will guess anyway.'
He knew that already. Some among the cultivators had recognized him as the reincarnated Great Mortal Emperor long before this trial began. A claim like this would only feed those suspicions further. He could already picture the whispers that would follow, the glances thrown his way once people started putting the pieces together.
