Xinghuan had lost control of the stars.
Many sources of contamination that had infiltrated the stars were poisoning and damaging His Divine Consciousness, preventing Him from using the Star Rules He had comprehended to make the stars descend towards that lofty Divine Temple.
The Bee King felt a sudden relief in pressure.
"He already knows my origin, knows that I am the incarnation of the Sea of Souls!"
Atop the Hall of Gods, the Bee King was still pondering the deeper meaning behind Pang Jian's words.
He looked around and suddenly felt that this strange Misty Sea, filled with oddities, was permeated with Pang Jian's presence.
"Strange, so strange..."
He muttered to himself in his heart.
Inside the Netherworld Prison, the pale blue deep sea that belonged to Him was about to emerge through the Tian Qiong Jie Bi, yet at the moment, He hesitated.
"Could this be a trick?"
