Every step of Snow Dream's plan had been meticulously crafted.
From betraying Wedge, becoming the Saintess, rising to the Papal Throne, and gaining the favor of Xinala, Lord of Heaven—every move led to this moment. A powerhouse who once could have dominated a realm chose to lie low and hide her strength, and that level of patience was something far beyond ordinary people's comprehension.
Now, the perfect killing formation was in place.
A countdown timer popped up in front of Orson, giving him one minute to accept the incoming challenges.
"If I remember correctly, there are nine Watcher Cities, which means there should be nine Grey Watchers issuing challenges," Orson said calmly, as if the world wasn't collapsing around him.
Among the nine pseudo-gods, he didn't see the Sea God.
Could it be that the Sea God was too kind to participate? Clearly impossible.
