It was the second day of the Realm War. Tianming didn't care about the terrain and headed west, as there was no place he was more familiar with than the Grand-Orient Mountains. As he zoomed through the woods and mountains, the ground turned darker. In other words, he was now past Heaven's Elysium and around the area of the Onyx Hole.

"If Ling'er were here, I’d be able to travel much faster." Now, he was using his third eye to find an opponent. It could see much farther than his own eyes without revealing his position, giving him the edge of surprise.

"I have to collect those balls. The more I have, the better I can dictate the flow of battle. As long as I have three of either color, no one will be able to draw out the Grand-Orient Sword."

So long as he had three, the other four of the corresponding color wouldn't be enough to meet the requirements. Currently, he was standing atop a tree, scanning...