When Nian Bing led the Bing Yue Empire's large contingent into the Lost Continent, on the Divine Continent, inside a cavern.
Six individuals were seated in a circle. They appeared no different from ordinary people. Among them, one had a pale complexion and only one arm remaining – it was Weaken God, Xia Yu.
"The Lost Continent has resurfaced, and we cannot tolerate this," a man who appeared to be in his fifties said lightly. He was dressed in a dirt-yellow robe. His expression was calm, though there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Unexpectedly, there are so many powerful beings on the Yangguang Continent. It seems we're in a dire situation. Young brother Xia Yu, how are your injuries? On your way back, did you observe the situation on the Lost Continent?"
Xia Yu shook his head and said, "I returned using a Space Teleporter we had set up beforehand. I can only confirm that the Lost Continent has returned, but I am unaware of the situation there."
