Chapter 860: Reminiscing

Just as Zhou Huai stepped out of the Kaslandis Ruins, the surrounding scenery changed, and the sea breeze carrying the salty, fishy smell of the mortal world rushed toward him.

Chun had been waiting for a long time. Seeing that Zhou Huai was completely unharmed, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The two exchanged a glance without saying much.

Zhou Huai put away the abyssal blood battle armor, and the dark red stream of light re-condensed into a massive Abyssal Magic Dragon in mid-air.

"Roar—"

As soon as Xiaohei appeared, it raised its head and roared, its voice revealing obvious dissatisfaction.

Its huge head leaned in front of Zhou Huai, and its nostrils spewed white steam directly.

"Master is biased! That was an extremely rare high-tier monster corpse, and its flesh and blood are great for nourishment! You actually let those stinky bugs gnaw it all up, and didn't even leave me a sip of soup!" Xiaohei complained through the spiritual contract, its vertical pupils filled with resentment.

Zhou Huai patted its dragon horn.

"You greedy little fellow, you haven't even finished digesting the meat of that Alligator Snapping Turtle from before yet."

Zhou Huai cursed with a smile, "You're already eyeing the Sea God's corpse so soon? Do you understand the principle of biting off more than you can chew?"

Xiaohei shook its big head and muttered uncomfortably twice.

Chun watched from the side with a solemn expression.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go quickly." Chun raised her head and looked at the gloomy sky, her tone urgent, "I can sense his aura; he's already here."

Zhou Huai nodded and leapt onto the back of the Magic Dragon.

"Xiaohei, let's go!"

The Magic Dragon flapped its wings, stirring up a violent wind as it fled into the distance.

However, they had flown less than ten kilometers.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a muffled sound, Xiaohei's huge body crashed into an invisible barrier and was forcefully bounced back.

"Roar—!"

Xiaohei let out an irritable dragon roar, shook its dizzy head, and stabilized its figure in mid-air.

Zhou Huai focused his gaze and looked.

In the Void Realm ahead, a transparent air wall stood between heaven and earth, tightly sealing off this sea area.

Along with Xiaohei's impact, complex Formation patterns emerged on the air wall, emitting strong energy fluctuations.

Chun stared intently at those patterns.

"It's Mr. Duan." She gritted her teeth, "He's coming."

"Is there a way to leave?" She turned her head to look at Zhou Huai.

Zhou Huai looked at the huge air wall without changing his expression.

"Don't worry, he can't stop me."

As soon as his words fell, Zhou Huai raised his right hand.

"abyssal nether chain!"

Dark golden chains roared out from the Void Realm, carrying a heavy metal friction sound.

Zhou Huai held nothing back, pouring all his mana values into it.

The abyssal nether chain burst out with dazzling dark light, and its attribute of specifically countering barriers was completely activated, fiercely whipping against the air wall ahead.

"Crack—!"

Under the whip strike, the Formation patterns were covered in cracks, and then shattered with a roar, creating a huge gap.

Zhou Huai put away the chains without hesitation.

"Victor, spatial teleportation."

Spatial power instantly enveloped Zhou Huai, Chun, and the Magic Dragon.

The surrounding space twisted, and both man and dragon vanished without a trace, leaving only the sea surface with howling gales.

…

Not long after Zhou Huai and the others left,

ripples appeared in the air at the edge of the shattered barrier.

A figure wearing a black swallowtail suit stepped out from the Void Realm, holding a ruby cane and wearing a black top hat.

It was precisely Mr. Duan.

He stood in mid-air, lowering his head to glance at the dissolving Formation fragments below, no joy or anger visible on his face.

The sea breeze fluttered the corner of his clothes, and his gaze shifted slightly.

"You run quite fast."

He spoke indifferently, his voice echoing across the sea surface.

"abyssal nether chain… I didn't expect this thing not only to be obtained by you, but also able to unleash this kind of effect."

Mr. Duan stroked the top of his cane and smiled slightly.

"Zhou Huai, you're getting more and more interesting."

He did not use his ability to track.

The other party had mastered spatial skills, and chasing now would just be a waste of time.

What's more, his primary target was beneath the ruins.

Mr. Duan turned around, looked at the ruins entrance hidden deep in the sea, and walked straight into it.

…

Inside the Kaslandis Ruins.

The coercion that once enveloped heaven and earth was completely gone.

The vast Dead Sea below had completely changed its appearance at this moment.

After the Sea God was gnawed by the Zerg, its remaining blood and venom polluted the ocean into a disgusting dark green.

Amidst the mess, a dilapidated flat boat floated lonely.

On the flat boat, the Red-haired Strongman and others were bandaging each other's wounds. They were covered in blood, but their faces carried the peace of relief.

Old Mo sat at the very front of the flat boat, his hands folded on his knees, his eyes slightly closed.

Suddenly, his brow twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking toward the high altitude not far away.

There, a figure wearing a black swallowtail suit appeared without warning.

Mr. Duan had arrived.

The Red-haired Strongman and others also noticed the anomaly and raised their heads one after another.

When they saw that face clearly, everyone's bodies tensed up, gripping the weapons in their hands tightly.

Mr. Duan ignored those gazes.

He looked down at this battlefield, watching the polluted ocean and the sea surface that didn't even leave a trace of the Sea God's aura, his pupils constricting slightly.

Soon, his gaze fell upon Old Mo at the front of the flat boat.

Old Mo did not get up nor take out a weapon, just sitting there calmly to meet his gaze.

The sea breeze whipped up the bloody splashes around the flat boat.

Old Mo slowly opened his mouth, his hoarse voice echoing across the empty sea surface:

"Long time no see, Mr. Duan."

Mr. Duan's right hand holding the cane moved slightly.

Afterward, he extended his left hand to take off his top hat, bowed slightly, and performed a hat-tipping salute.

"Indeed, long time no see, Old Mo." Mr. Duan responded with a smile.

After finishing his hat-tipping salute, Mr. Duan put his black top hat back on.

He leaned on his cane inlaid with a pigeon-blood ruby, calmly sweeping across the turbid sea area below polluted by the Sea God's remains.

"What a terrible environment." His brow furrowed slightly.

Having spoken, Mr. Duan casually waved downward.

There were no mana fluctuations, nor any skill lights.

But along with this action, the surging Dead Sea suddenly calmed down.

The rolling dark green poisonous water and hundred-meter terrifying waves were instantly leveled by some invisible force, leaving not a single ripple.

Following closely, the ocean began to rapidly transform into land.

Rocks and soil emerged from nothingness, rapidly replacing the seawater.

In the blink of an eye, vegetation grew on the newly born land.

Ancient trees rose from the ground, vines intertwined, and wild flowers swayed.

In just a few breaths' time, this boundless ocean filled with death completely turned into vibrant land.

The dilapidated flat boat made a muffled sound and landed steadily on the grass.

The Red-haired Strongman, Scarface, and other top powerhouses of The Seventh World completely stiffened in place at this moment.

They had witnessed countless Forbidden Spells and Divine Artifacts, but the scene before them completely exceeded the scope of Professionals skills.

Turning the sea into land, creating objects from the Void Realm!

Old Mo and the others deeply knew Mr. Duan's power, yet they were still shaken by this method, spawning an unstoppable chill deep in their hearts.

Mr. Duan ignored everyone's shock, leaning on his cane and slowly descending from mid-air.

The moment his feet stepped onto the grass, the soil rolled and reshaped, and a courtyard rose from the ground with him at the center.

Bluestone paths, carved wooden windows, vermilion pillars, and even the koi fish in the pond were lifelike.

Old Mo and the others only felt their vision blur before they were already placed in the courtyard pavilion.

The stone table in front of Old Mo rippled and transformed into a solid wood tea table.

On the tea table, a pot of brewed clear tea was steaming with heat.

"This 'Frost Night Condensing Fragrance', I remember you loved drinking it the most back then when you were blacksmithing by the furnace."

Mr. Duan walked over and sat down on a bamboo chair with a natural expression, as if the Heaven-defying method just now was merely brushing off dust casually.

Old Mo did not sit.

He stared intently at this familiar yet strange man in front of him, asking expressionlessly, "Duan, what do you mean by this?"

Mr. Duan picked up the purple clay teapot and poured two cups of tea.

"Old friends reuniting, drinking a cup of tea, and reminiscing, isn't that very normal?"

He pushed the teacup in front of Old Mo, a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "Taste it. The tea leaves of the mortal world always feel a bit lacking. I put quite a lot of thought into restoring the taste of our Seventh World back then."