"The Nine Saints of the Abyss Clan held their positions, their glory illuminating the Primordial Age. Thus, none within the Abyss Clan had time to examine themselves..."
"Yet the rise of the Nine Saints came because nine clans had perished. The Karma Cycle turned, and retribution never ceased..."
Under the brush of the maid Hua Luoshen, the ending of this dark history was a miserable one for that clan.
When she wrote this dark history of the Abyss Clan, she must have been gnashing her teeth, filled with immense malicious intent for revenge!
A dignified Vacuum Realm member of a superior clan had been seized by Yuan Jiu Shao and treated as "merchandise." The humiliation in her heart was easy to imagine.
"Everything is retribution..."
With a movement of Li Qingyun's divine sense, he activated the meaning contained within the supreme principles of morality. The account of the Abyss Clan's bleak fate at the end immediately transformed into a faint, invisible cloud of ill luck that spiraled upward.
"Go!"
At his silent command, he lightly flicked his sleeve, and that cloud of ill luck dispersed into the stone hall.
As soon as the ill luck tainted the stone hall, the ancient, unfathomable space seemed to gain an inexplicable layer of gloom.
The indistinct phantom of the "old master" sat impassively in the depths of the hall, like a petrified stone statue.
The invisible ill luck drifted over and blanketed the area where He sat, yet He seemed to have lost the perception of a quasi-Saint and showed no reaction.
Only after several breaths did He abruptly open His eyes. His fingers moved as He calculated the heavenly secrets, then He let out a startled sound.
"What is happening? This old man only feels unsettled. Could some great calamity be about