Rumble!
Endless waves of fluctuation swept across the vast ocean, utterly silent and without any residual sound or aftershock, yet undeniably real. These waves converged into a channel-like path, running along the deep seafloor and plunging downward, its destination unknown.
Even the entire blue Earth trembled ever so slightly.
In the next instant, the terrifying fluctuation flashed past and vanished without a trace, as if nothing had happened at all—far beyond the detection capabilities of current human technology.
"Hmph."
Miles Ning snorted, then closed his blue eyes.
Green Mountain Sect remained as ancient and solemn as ever. The sea breeze gently brushed the blue sky, while only the wilted Oriole Huang struggled endlessly to get closer to Miles Ning.
Resistance was meaningless.
Unable to fight back, unable to escape—she could only silently endure it... Finch Huang quietly comforted herself.
"Ah, little Finch is here." Miles Ning opened his eyes, his now-normal, aged gaze soft and kind. "Don’t worry, don’t worry, you’re a girl after all."
Behind him, twelve streams of blazing flame rose, swirling in midair and churning waves of heat, like a mixture of roaring fire and air—even thick black smoke billowed out.
The streams of flame spun twice, then shot toward the pale-faced Finch Huang!
"Old Ning!!"
A cry like an oriole’s song rang out.
Immediately, the whole world went quiet.
......
At the same time, in Sinovera’s Imperial Capital, Andrew Han was watching a movie premiere with Monica, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Bailey."
"Did you catch that?"
He frowned slightly, sending a secret voice transmission.