"The age of chaos has arrived, and the upper realms shall perish!"
This ominous and merciless proclamation spread from all the major sanctuaries of living beings, reaching every one of the three thousand six hundred domains in an instant.
Eight words, like an ancient curse, led to the death of countless living beings. With a crack, the firmament of the upper realms was obscured by blood. Wails of ghosts and howls of gods filled the air, accompanied by blood-colored thunder that rent the heavens and earth!
It was a scene of utmost horror, causing even the strongest beings to shiver with cold, feeling as though their spirits were about to split.
"Not good, the barriers between realms have been torn; a vast tide of dark forces from the netherworld has begun to flood in!" Beings at the pinnacle of the questioning dao realm who were disturbed from their cultivation felt a chilling alarm at the core of their being.
