Crisis
นักแปล: Nyoi-Bo Studio บรรณาธิการ: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In the Holy Sage Pavilion, Liu Chan sat cross-legged, taking a break. Right then, someone walked towards him. Liu Chan opened his eyes to look at the person, asking, "You've finally left?"
This person was Sage Wanxiang, the Pavilion Lord of the Wanxiang Pavilion.
"Yes." Sage Wanxiang nodded. "I did some divination for the Palace while I was in there. Take a look at it." As he spoke, an illusion appeared before him. In the starry skies, the constellations shifted and glowed. Underneath the starlight lay a palace that stretched out like a city. This was a projection of the Holy Zhi Palace. Then, several streaks of dark light shot down from the sky, striking the Palace. It was like the end of the world, with a hint of darkness pressing down upon everything, as if a huge crisis was about to happen.