Overseas.
Tianxia Tower.
It was unclear when it began, but Mr. Tao no longer felt the oppressive aura when he looked up at the highest floor of the tower.
The Great Master had vanished, his whereabouts and intentions unknown. For now, Tianxia Tower had not undergone any noticeable changes.
The Great Master was rarely seen even in the past, and his absence now hardly made any difference to the tower. To the outside world, the Great Master was assumed to be out on some endeavor, and no one questioned it.
Of course, if a century passed without his appearance, issues would inevitably arise. Fortunately, the looming calamity arrived faster than that.
Mr. Tao gave a bitter smile, deciding not to dwell on matters beyond his reach. His focus turned to monitoring the changes overseas and finding something useful to contribute.
At this moment, Chi Long and the others were still sipping tea. After the grand Dao sermon, Mr. Tao had taken some time to reflect but did not retreat into closed-door cultivation for long. Time was too precious to him.
Given that the Dao Ancestor’s plans were already unfolding, cultivating in isolation could risk losing relevance amidst rapidly changing events.