News of the “final battle” spread rapidly across the entire Core. The peaceful atmosphere that had become so natural in everyday life was now colored by growing tension. According to a god-tier administrator’s warning, once war broke out, powerful monsters would pour in endlessly across all floors of the Core. The same was true of the Deep Realm. In fact, tension ran even higher there than on any other floor. It was naturally going to be the frontline of the war.0

At the peak of Mount Yeongryunsan, bathed in moonlight, Imfelheim said as he watched Wei Zhongqi training, “It’s quiet tonight, Wei Zhongqi.”0

The usually boisterous restaurant was strangely quiet, with only Wei Zhongqi, Murmu, and Imfelheim present. Wei Zhongqi moved through the forms of the Nine Heavens Seeking Sword Art with elegant precision. The rustle of his robe mingled with the sound of his blade as each movement echoed through the air. The sight was mesmerizing.0

It was clear to anyone watching that Wei Zhongqi’s skill had skyrocketed since the last time they had seen...0