The hours passed slowly, and soon, three full days followed. Both clans were settled, eager for the next orders from their new leaders, but everyone really knew that there was only one figure orchestrating everything.
After things calmed down, all the thousands of cultivators from both clans had time to digest all those rapid changes. Soon, even those who witnessed the battle in the area felt strange. All those newly arrived humans had a lower cultivation than them, and despite all the anomalies, there should be some explanation for all of it.
But soon, everyone simply forcibly accepted that new reality. There were no great hopes for the two clans beyond staying at the bottom forever. And irrationally, everyone felt that figure was the only way to turn things around.
In the deepest underground of the clan, next to the demonic diagram, the whale was alone. They touched that strange rune for everyone, but for them, it was something very similar and familiar.
