The day the River Mother Saint withered in the Western Heaven, she had already been scared out of her wits by Li Qingyun. Since then, she had remained in hiding outside the void, keeping a profile so low as to be practically invisible.
She only dared to pop her head out today because Li Xuanji had ascended to the void and entered sainthood.
Yet she only dared to gaze from afar, lacking the courage to step forward and show her face before the Cloud Saint.
She had not even lifted a finger to provide protection when the River Mother Clan's territory was extinguished.
Her sole focus now was on leaving the end of Primeval and staying alive.
She knew she was no native of this cosmic domain, but had "drifted" here from the Great Netherworld Void. The mysterious wrapping cloth in her hands was the best proof of this.
Yet the "kinsmen" she yearned for night and day had still not appeared to take her away from this land of destruction that would soon utterly perish.
At this moment, Emperor Liang, the final Child of the Cosmos, had already charged into the twisted atmosphere—which was a hundred times more turbulent than before—emitting painful, miserable roars as his flesh and physical shell rapidly decayed and rotted away.
The sight looked extremely tragic and harrowing.
Yet not a shred of sympathy could be seen on the faces of the three saints—Peng Mo, Lu Ya, and the River Mother. There was only solemnity and wariness.
A'li, Cheng Tangyin, and the other new human saints were seeing such a harrowing spectacle—where even saints were reduced to rotting wood and decayed grass—for the very first time. They were utterly shocked and filled with awe.
So it was this difficult to leave Primeval and escape the