The great edifice was about to collapse...
Erlang Shen, Bai Yujun, the Female Guard Camp, and countless Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, Immortal Officials and Clerks stubbornly and madly tried to hold up the falling sky. They resembled the last menders of ancient paintings, writing a tragic song beneath the afterglow in blood.
War flames rose within the towering immortal palaces, and thick smoke obscured the purple qi and rosy radiance.
Immortal bodies, weapons, wreckage from tower ships and buildings, even shattered rocks, were wrapped in blazing fire as they fell into the mortal world trailing long tails of black smoke, like a cataclysm that would end the world.
The rebels madly charged Lingxiao Palace, refusing to stop or retreat.
Outside the South Heavenly Gate, the vast Immortal Bridge was piled with corpses. The Teleportation Arrays leading to countless worlds had stopped operating, the docks had become a sea of fire, and enormous tower ships burned fiercely, slowly bowing their heads as they descended. One flaming figure after another screamed and leaped out, while heavenly horses dragged cavalrymen away from falling fireballs and smoke, chasing and slaughtering...
From daylight until nightfall, it still did not cease.
The immortal palace, once ablaze with brilliant palace lanterns, was left with only fiery red light, staining the Divine Blood all over the ground crimson.
The square before Lingxiao Palace.
The moon was cold, the bloody wind icy. They formed ranks and grasped their halberds; frost spears and snow swords, souls guarding corpses.
The Female Guard Camp's battle banner stood tall amid the flames. Grease stains marked their pretty faces, blood smeared across red lips in place of rouge. Their brocade robes were soaked in battle blood, setting off their graceful cloud-like hair, willow waists, and long legs beneath iron armor. They shouted hoarsely, leaned