No matter how much Lu Zhou had thought about it, he did not expect this huge island, which was not smaller than Mount Halcyon, to be Zhi Ming’s true body.

There were not many humans in the world who knew about the Four Divinities of Heaven. The Unholy One was one of the rare few. Even then, the Unholy One had only met Zhi Ming once or twice and had never seen its true body. The true bodies of the Four Divinities of Heavens were incomparably huge, occupying heaven and earth. They would not usually reveal their true bodies.

Who would have thought that the Lost Island that Bai Zhaojue founded his kingdom upon and the island that Si Wuya had stayed for a time was Zhi Ming?

At this time, Lu Zhou saw the seawater rising steadily.

At the same time, the Lost Island began to tremble slightly.

Those on the Lost Island, cultivators; common folks; fierce beasts; and common animals, stopped and listened.

The animals that had keen senses trembled and tried to flee. Alas, no matter where they ran, it was impossible for them to escape Zhi Ming. Zhi Ming was literally their home.

On some parts of the island, the tremors were more violent. The mountains in the area were shaking as well.

Birds and flying beasts fared a little better; they were not helpless like the beasts and animals on land. They flew into the sky, flapping their wings and looking at the island where they lived their entire lives in surprise and confusion.

Only a few people knew about Zhi Ming. Most of them did not know the secret and were confused and panicked. They did not understand what was going on. They assumed it was an earthquake.

At this moment, Lu Zhou finally understood why Bai Zhaoju’s reaction was so extreme in the beginning, and why Bai Zhaoju was adamant this matter could not be leaked. If he were in Bai Zhaoju’s shoes, he did not know what he would do as well. Bai Zhaoju was the ruler of the Lost Island; his duty was to protect his people. The Three Celestials and the white-clad cultivators were trying to protect the Lost Kingdom. If anything happened to Zhi Ming, countless lives would be lost.

Lu Zhou thought to himself, ‘No wonder, no wonder…’

Bai Zhaoju glanced at Lu Zhou from the corners of his eyes and seemed to have noticed something. He sighed and said, “Those three earlier… Please don’t take offense…”

Lu Zhou shook his head. “I’ve always been reasonable. This matter is understandable. All’s forgiven.”

“That’s good,” Bai Zhaoju said.

Swoosh!

Following that, a loud noise rang out as two pillars of water shot up into the sky. They were like humongous fountains, and their height was unknown.

Everyone looked up, but Lu Zhou looked down.

In the clear and surging waters, a huge illusory figure slowly rose to the surface of the sea.

Lu Zhou felt like the first time he had seen Kun in the Endless Ocean. It was very shocking.

Water splashed up into the sky.

Then, from what Lu Zhou had thought was the mouth of a cave earlier, a black shadow that resembled a tortoise head slowly moved out following the illusory figure that surfaced to the sea.

This was Zhi Ming whom Lu Zhou had been looking for.

The waves continued surging into the sky until Zhi Ming’s huge head emerged completely from the water.

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The white-clad cultivators flew over from all directions, which happened to be all parts of Zhi Ming, and landed behind Bai Zhaoju. Then, they bowed and called out, “Greetings, Lord Zhi Ming!”

Only Bai Zhaoju and Lu Zhou stood with their hands on their backs, silently looking at Zhi Ming.

Both sides sized each other up.

Zhi Ming did not move at all. It silently observed its surroundings.

Blue sky, white clouds, and the surface of the Endless Ocean.

Zhi Ming’s eyes were brimming with curiosity and expectations as it looked around. At the same time, its eyes also looked confused as though it had just awakened after sleeping for a long time. Indeed, it had been 100,000 years since it began to slumber. Now that it woke up, it saw that the sky, the earth, and the sun were still the same as before. Nothing had changed. It seemed like the only change was that it had gotten older.

After a long while, Zhi Ming finally said, “White Emperor? Why did you wake me up?”

Zhi Ming’s voice was sonorous and deep. It was like the sound of drums ringing from the depths of the sea.

Bai Zhaoju said, “I have no choice. I have an extremely important matter that requires your help.”

“What is it?” Zhi Ming asked.

Before Bai Zhaoju could reply, Lu Zhou said bluntly, “I need you to lend me a drop of your blood essence.”

“…”

The white-clad cultivators turned to look at Lu Zhou in shock.

‘Such a bold request! Isn’t this too much?!’

Zhi Ming shifted its eyes to Lu Zhou and said, “Everyone in the world covets my body. 100,000 years have passed, but mankind hasn’t changed.”

Zhi Ming sighed deeply.

Lu Zhou said, “I’m asking for your blood essence to save a life, not for other uses.”

“Birth, aging, illness, and death are the cycle of life. No one can avoid death, not even me,” Zhi Ming said.

Lu Zhou shook his head and said, “This person is different. His survival is related to the balance of heaven and earth and the collapse and destruction of the Great Void.”

“Oh?” Zhi Ming’s eyes widened slightly.

The white-clad cultivators, who had been filled with righteous indignation at Lu Zhou’s request, grew extremely curious upon hearing his words.

Qi Sheng was very talented and capable. Everyone on the Lost Island knew this. However, it was still a little shocking to hear that he was tied to the balance of heaven and earth and the destruction of the Great Void.

Lu Zhou continued to say, “He has probed into the secrets of the shackles of heaven and earth and has found a way to break them.”

These words were like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves. As soon as the words were said, the Lost Island began to tremble violently.