The Land of Oblivion, at the world's foundation, is the true defensive line against invasion.
It's irrigated by the ocean of the old world's Tao.
It suppresses with corpses of new and old talents, fusing their Tao, slowly building a towering wall.
Not even the Heavenly Dao can easily reach inside.
As long as this place is stable, then heaven and earth remain secure.
At least there's a chance to fight back.
But now.....
The sea churns, and the coffin is swept out.
The defensive line is slowly unraveling.
The presence that has been held back will penetrate the Land of Oblivion, heading upward, entering the normal world.
The old dean immediately arises, leaps into the air, and lands atop the flying coffin.
With a boom.
He uses his own strength to try to suppress the coffin, hoping to further press down the sea.
Boom!
Boom!!
The old dean roars, his body surging with enormous power.
The accumulated strength of countless generations of corpse collectors.
For this very day.
