Far away, by the walls of the Immemorial Citadel, beneath the flames, Mister Mu stared out into outer space, his brow deeply furrowed.0

For a short while, an ominous premonition had shrouded his mind, and it was only growing stronger. Where was it coming from?0

Deep underground, the Origin Progenitor raised his head. “Old Mu.”0

Mister Mu arrived. “You feel it too?”0

The Origin Progenitor nodded, his expression grim. “Something is wrong. It feels as though something significant is about to happen. For beings as powerful as us to feel this sort of premonition… This is even worse than when Yong Heng led the Three Pillars and Six Skies to fight against us. Something’s terribly wrong. What about Pillar? Has he still not emerged from the Mirari Realm?”0

Mister Mu responded solemnly, “Not yet. Could something be about to happen to Little Seven?”0

“That seems highly likely. Anything can go wrong, but not to Pillar. It’s too hard to get into the Mirari Realm. If it comes to it, withdraw your Origin Tracer. As soon as you do so, you’ll be able to trace the River of Aeons into the Mirari Realm, and then you can see what’s happened to Pillar,” the Origin Progenitor suggested.0

Mister Mu thought for a moment. “Alright.”0

With that, he departed.0

Mister Mu was soon standing in a corner of the Immemorial Citadel, his hands clasped behind his back. He was staring up at the sky. Mu Zhu was close...0