West Sea.
Within the Eightfold Sea.
A black-robed figure sat cross-legged on the seabed.
His gaze pierced through the boundless seawater, looking toward the direction of the land in the distance.
Although unable to see clearly, at this moment, he could almost synchronize with the emotions of his true body.
"World Eater, huh..."
"I'm afraid the end is still far away..."
A trace of worry flickered in his eyes.
Retracting his gaze, he then looked toward his side and spoke in a low tone:
"Two elders, how fares the situation now?"
Next to him, a ripple suddenly emerged, forming a pitch-black hole about the size of a bowl.
A slender, ink-black dragon head without horns peeked out from the hole, its red-glowing eyes fixed on the black-robed figure as a deep voice emerged slowly:
"Still haven't found it. It's too dangerous outside, Little Five doesn't dare to stray too far."
The black-robed figure's expression slightly tightened:
"Are the World Eaters still lingering nearby?"
