Between the pitch-black sea and sky, thunder and lightning continue constantly.
The enormous Prosperity is like a leaf on the crest of a wave, rising and falling, unable to control its own fate.
"It's about time. We can begin."
Before the water mirror, Meng Fengzuo coldly gazes at the scene of the Prosperity, issuing his command.
In the distant East City, someone carefully throws a simple square seal made of yellow clay into the sea, thus, above the West Sea thousands of miles away, the heavens roar and the ocean wails.
All phenomena in the world abide by this contract, fully unleashing the destruction that had once been restrained, and even doubling the ravage.
With no time for any reaction, within a mere few moments, the intensity of storms and gales begins to soar endlessly.
