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"Harvest?"
"The Scarlet Mist Tides this time will recede at latest in four months, but..."
The Chairman paused, "I see crimson spreading, filth stretching out its claws, the real disaster might descend again in just a few years, by then..."
He said no more.
Tai Xuan had not experienced disasters of this magnitude.
Or rather, it was only at the end of the catastrophe that they were called by the world.
More than sixty years ago, over one hundred and thirty years ago, two hundred years ago, three hundred years ago, there occurred such a calamity, a filthy disaster that swept across the world.
Even superpower nations and military alliances were at risk of obliteration under such global disasters.
The catastrophe more than sixty years ago, saw a nation rivaling Tai Xuan sink into the taint.
"The Eternal World will never know peace."
"Or to say, even a superpower nation like Tai Xuan, is far, far from possessing the genuine power to stand unafraid against the storm."