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"In any case, continue monitoring; once the apocalypse comes, we must be prepared to act immediately."
"Should we move the populace to the Taixuan Realm as much as possible? Defending just one realm, perhaps our chances would be much higher."
"...No, we cannot be certain which way the disaster will spread; the Taixuan Realm might not necessarily be the safest place. We've done everything we can do. The rest is up to time and the younger generation."
...
Shattered Isles.
Nameless Heishan.
Dead Bone dominated an Undead Legion, stationed here.
It sat in meditation with eyes closed, its whole body connected to the Heishan around it. It was an Undead, but at this moment it was breathing, and the entire Heishan breathed with it, as if the mountain itself had come to life, much like when it was mutated by the Red Mist. However, now it used a different method.
"Wáng Líng Zāi Xī."
