The space around the phantom of the warm highest throne trembled and distorted. The seawater around the desolate island stirred up waves. Even when the waves calmed down, this space was still silent.
Time passed slowly. When the setting sun and dusk reflected the fiery red light along the sea, the gentle voice sounded. "Junior Brother, although there are only the two of us left in our lineage, the blood of Master and the others has been spilled across the five continents and four seas. This place is our home. Therefore, no matter what, we can't lose the five continents and four seas!" Her voice was unusually cold.
Spring Garden's master said indifferently, "I understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, the image of the blood-colored throne gradually faded. Just as it was about to disappear, the gentle voice sounded again, "How long until the ancient blood-colored array is activated?"
"Fifteen years… maybe even less!"
