As Peter Brown's army was waging battles everywhere, an old man's gaze flickered uncertainly in the belly of a mountain.
"What's going on?"
The old man's face showed an expression of confusion.
"The rule of power seemingly has an attraction, moving toward somewhere far!"
The old man's eyes were deep; as he executed a hand seal, he rapidly calculated potential occurrences.
"Vastsea Nation, Great Sun City!"
The old man stood up abruptly.
As he stood, the interior of the mountain was instantly filled with a large amount of vigor.
"Someone is seizing the rule of power!"
The old man's complexion changed somewhat at this moment.
What exactly was happening?
The old man walked out from inside the mountain, his gaze directed toward Great Sun City.
Nobody knew the situation of this old man; if Peter Brown were here, he might realize that this old man was one of those sitting cross-legged, comprehending the Rule of Gold, and he also had his own consciousness as an enlightener.
