Ji Dong remembered when he first learned of the Holy Evil battlefield, it was Yang Bingtian who told him that the two ends of Holy Evil Island were connected to two continents. But he knew now that things were not as simple as that. The Holy Evil Island was indeed connected to the two continents, not on the surface of the sea, but at the depths of the sea. It was impossible for anyone to traverse the deep sea teeming with powerful sea monsters to reach the seabed. The true Holy Evil Path was not there, but on the surface of the sea.
In the midst of surging waves that towered above, a myriad of colors sparkled, radiating an incredible and boundless aura. The air seemed to solidify, making it impossible for onlookers near the sea to breathe. Faced with the oppressive force behind the equivalent of the ultimate truth, everyone felt insignificant.
