The space around the phantom of the warm-colored supreme throne trembled and twisted incessantly. Even the seawater surrounding the desolate island churned with surging waves; yet, even after the waves returned to stillness, the space remained in a heavy, oppressive silence.
Time slipped away, second by second.
When the sunset cast its fiery red glow across the horizon, that gentle, refined voice finally sounded: "Junior Brother, although only the two of us remain of our lineage, our Master and the others spilled their blood across these Five Continents and Four Seas. This land is our final resting place. Therefore, no matter what, the Five Continents and Four Seas must never be lost!"
Chapter 199