New Year's Eve, Midnight.
The moment the midnight bells chimed, the old year passed, and the new year arrived.
The unrest was no longer confined to Illusory Nether City; it had spread to Pinglan City in the Mortal World.
Countless Communication Talismans flew from Wangjiang Mountain Peak, and one anxious figure after another rushed toward the four corners of Pinglan City.
Deep within the surging Hengshui River, a massive dragon's head stirred in the depths. The great dragon opened its eyes, and in an instant, the river's surface churned with violent waves.
Atop Dingbo Tower, which stood by the riverbank, Ye Lingguan, who had been deep in Cultivation with his eyes closed, also opened them at this very moment.
Someone was waiting quietly outside his meditation chamber.
Ye Lingguan's hand, tucked inside his sleeve, moved slightly. The door to the chamber slid open on its own, and a tall, upright young man with a somewhat cold and melancholic expression immediately stepped inside.
