Meanwhile, back in the Xu family subspace.
Xu Qianghua stood alone in the high observatory, a room so quiet he could hear the faint ticking of the jade compass mounted in the far corner.
Crystals floated in the air around him, each projecting live feeds from the Western Continent, along with some of them showing the victories from the other continents.
As he stood there, he watched all of this, but he didn't speak, he didn't blink, he just watched.
One city was already burning—rooftops torn open, walls collapsed, and a communication post had gone completely dark.
Another showed cultivators being overwhelmed near the Redwind plains. You could hear them shouting for reinforcements that were never going to come.
He watched it all without saying a word.
From behind him, a door slid open. A soft voice called out.
"Patriarch."
He didn't turn.
The voice belonged to Wei Shan, one of his mid-level aides. He was a steady and loyal man who rarely raised his tone.
