The voice of the Light God's Seat echoed through every corner of the deep water area.
The Cloud Domain at the tip of the Source Tower grew utterly silent.
Qinglong gazed coldly at the scene that Light City was now projecting.
"Without a doubt, the flames of war have been lit."
The mass of ink that had condensed into human form bent down, speaking respectfully: "Once the final words of the Light God's Seat are released, the greatest Church of the Five Continents will exert pressure on you…"
By virtue of this short speech.
The Light Church would have sufficient grounds to stand before Qinglong and demand that he hand over the Deep Sea mainframe.
Of course.
Qinglong would not heed them.
And when this conflict was pushed to its limit… it would inevitably become war.
Qinglong waved his hand, extinguishing the real-time projection of this image.
There was no meaning in watching further.
