The four of them froze, each thinking they had misheard, exchanging questioning looks.
As the Saintess of the Underworld passed silently by them, she said again, "The Eastern Pole Sacred Land is about to be breached. Everyone assemble. It is time to return to the Underworld."
The four were instantly shaken, their faces lighting up with indescribable delight. Others' words might be false, but the Saintess's words could never be false to them. They immediately bowed in unison. "As you command." Two of them then followed at the Saintess of the Underworld's side to protect her, while the other two swiftly went to spread the order...
Yue Qianchou stared dumbfounded at the tremendous changes between heaven and earth. The one hundred and eight purple fireballs began drifting and darting chaotically through the air. They seemed to be tugged by an invisible rope, struggling to break free while also drawing one another along.
Yet because the celestial phenomena had fallen into disorder, that invisible rope seemed to have only limited strength. A thunderclap erupted with an earthshaking boom, and the invisible rope finally snapped. The one hundred and eight purple fireballs swiftly rushed into the sky and merged into one mass. Their glow gradually faded, turning back into purple mist that blended into the boundless dark clouds overhead.
Once the purple mist merged with the dark clouds, a torrential downpour immediately fell from the sky. It came down in a frantic pitter-patter, wantonly drenching this vast barren land. On the desolate Gobi and the bare hills, mist rose in an instant. The high temperatures that had persisted for who knew how many years finally began to cool. Perhaps, after several thousand years, this place would become lush and teeming with life... Though who knew whether anyone would thank the person who