Inside the Feixian Hall, a chorus of painful wails echoed.
The humble Human Clan could only resort to self-mutilation to sever the master-servant contract with the gods.
Thankfully, there was a great physician from the Sea Realm stationed in the hall, and Jing Hong blew the horn, soothing the hearts of all beings.
Lu Ran quietly watched this "Picture of Suffering Beings" and sighed silently in his heart.
He hoped that he could live up to their trust.
He hoped that the Ran Sect could become their stable haven.
Yes... it will.
Lu Ran slowly lifted his head, gazing at the cloudy sky.
Mother said that wherever there are people, there is a cloud sea.
She also used herself as an example, that in the Human World·Jinghong Peak, she was the cloud sea covering the heads of thousands of disciples.
Lu Ran understood that now he was like his mother, becoming the cloud sea that blotted out the sky and covered the sun.
Covering the entire Cloud Sea Cliff.
