The Abyss Clan, high and low, donned mourning white, their hearts set on revenge.
Saints beyond the Void were shelter, proof that there was a road ahead, the very foundation that allowed a race to stand among the upper clans.
Once a Saint fell, it meant that the clan's "fortune" had utterly collapsed. Above, there were no tiles to shield their heads; below, not even an inch of ground on which to plant a cone—a doomsday dread seized them.
The affairs beyond the Void were naturally beyond anything the Abyss Clan disciples within the Cosmos could imagine, much less avenge. But revenge on the Cosmos level was a clan's duty.
Otherwise, what use was there for Saints? What use was there in giving birth to them and protecting them?
Yet however fiercely most Abyss Clan disciples' rage surged and their blood rushed to their heads, the clan's upper echelons knew their own limits. Their greatest foes, the Western Heaven Clan and River Mother Clan—Pujushe and Hong Lian Tian alone—were already enough to suppress the entire Abyss Clan.
Whenever Abyss Clan disciples encountered those two outside, they would surely become corpses the instant they hit the ground.
The Abyss Clan had declined with every generation. That was an ironclad fact.
Thus, many began to miss that invincible Saint seedling, and the boundless splendor of the days when he had dominated the Cosmos level.
While that one was still "mortal," Pujushe had been like an ant in his eyes, not even worthy of notice.
Even the supposedly invincible Hong Lian Tian had been beaten black and blue by him, nearly doomed beyond redemption through ten thousand calamities!
Saint Disciple Jia Zhou had been suppressed so badly that his blood and soul had nearly been annihilated!
Though that one had once pressed the