It was over.
Everything was over.
The instant that Sky-Covering Giant Palm descended, swallowing Niu Ben entirely and reducing that region of Chaos to nothingness, the hearts of every Primordial Wilderness cultivator sank.
Despair.
Unprecedented despair washed over everyone like a tide.
Even their invincible Senior Disciple Brother, who could blast a Heavenly Dao Saint apart with a single punch, had been crushed beneath that terrifying monster's palm without so much as a ripple.
What about them, then?
What could cultivators like them, who were not even saints, possibly do?
"Senior Disciple Brother..."
Great Master Xuandu's eyes burned red as he stared fixedly at that empty stretch of Chaos. Taiji Dao resonance surged wildly around him, only to be pinned down by an invisible force, unable to escape in even the slightest trace.
"Brother Niu Ben!"
Zhu Rong, Dijiang, and the rest of the Eleven Ancestral Witches beat their chests and stamped their feet, roaring in defiance. They wanted to charge over and avenge Niu Ben, but their bodies, strong enough to clash head-on with an Innate Supreme Treasure, now felt impossibly heavy. Even lifting a finger was excruciatingly difficult.
"My husband..."
Xi He's face turned deathly pale. Her body went limp, and she nearly fell from the Demon Clan Chariot, saved only by Chang Xi catching her in time.
The cool pride of the Moon Star goddess had vanished from her eyes, leaving only boundless emptiness and grief.
"No... it can't be... he wouldn't die like this..."
Saint Nuwa trembled as well, the Red Embroidered Ball and Mountain and River Diagram dimming in her hands. She could not believe that the towering figure who had once held up the heavens, saved the world, and sheltered the Human Race had simply disappeared before her eyes.
"Master!"
"Martial Uncles!"
"Please, find