Adrian grabbed the emerald slip tightly, his expression unusually grim. Sure enough, as Gordon had said, the current celestial phenomena were no different from those during the ancient invasion of the daemons into the immortal world. It seemed that the speculation of the mainland immortals was correct, explaining why the mainland factions warned against venturing out to sea.

The maritime immortals, those who lived near sea borders, were very mysterious. These beast familiars attacking the islands were different from other daemons—they were primitive in intelligence and lacked spirituality. But they shared a common feature: no high-level daemons participated in the attack.

As the elders of the mainland immortals had speculated, this was likely a form of sacrifice or even a summoning. The counterattack of the daemons had truly begun.

Adrian was deeply troubled; just as he had escaped one dangerous situation, he found himself in another. Suddenly, he remembered the hexagram in the Prim