In the middle of Winter Moon, the human world fell into unprecedented turmoil.
First came the Night of the Fifteenth of Winter Moon, when the intensity of the Demon Invasion abruptly surged. Warfires stretched unbroken across the human world, leaving devastation as far as the eye could see.
Then, over the next few short days, the gods standing throughout Great Xia shattered one after another!
Third-Rate God Nuo Sha, Fifth Grade God Hanmei, Sixth Rank God Biwu, Seventh Rank God Cimei.
Although the opposing demons of those gods—Xi Mian, Bingmei Yaohou, Tree Face Demon, and Ice Rose—also fell in succession, it still could not mend the wounds in people's hearts.
It seemed that the end of the world was truly coming.
People lived in constant dread. Some did not even dare close their eyes, afraid that upon waking, they would see news of another god's fall.
Anxiety. Sorrow. Despair.
The human world in mid-November was shrouded in gloom.
The skies over the capital matched the mood as well, gray and hazy, with scattered snowflakes drifting down.
On Jinghong Peak, a woman stood quietly at the cliff on the Back Mountain, gazing out over the snow-clad forest.
Specks of frost and snow dotted her long white-and-gold dress. No one knew how long she had stood there.
Suddenly, the woman moved.
She slowly turned around and lifted her head toward the sky, her gaze passing over the edge of the rocks to a massive divine idol.
Strictly speaking, it should not have been called a divine idol.
Jinghong Peak was not a spirit mountain, and it had never received Master Jian Yi's enlightenment. That stone statue had been carved by the human race, not formed from a god's incarnation.
"My lord, you summoned me?" Qiao Wanjun straightened her skirt hem and slowly