A trace of blood seeped from the corner of her cherry-colored lips.
The curtain before them dyed the Heavenly Revelation Hall a gorgeous rose-red. Empress Dowager's face was slightly pale, but her heart was already churning like an angry sea. Her mind was a complete mess, her spirit in turmoil, and she could not calm down for a long time.
She had even... begun to gasp involuntarily.
If even she was like this, there was no one inside the Heavenly Revelation Hall who could be better off.
Of the three closest to the seats below, Guanyin was already sitting cross-legged on the floor, eyes tightly shut, lips trembling as if reciting something... Emperor Puxian was not much better. His two Emperor Domains had already merged into a chaotic sphere that enveloped his entire body.
The sphere was already close to shattering, covered in cracks... and blood was flowing from Emperor Puxian's eyes.
Zhao Wumian... Zhao Wumian had long since fainted. Even his breathing had slowed.
On the various seats further down, some had collapsed on the floor while others lay sprawled across their desks. Not one of them was at ease. They were all in an utterly miserable state.
In the center, Saintess Junnuo had tried several times to push herself up with both hands, only to lose her strength again. Her eyes were filled with bewilderment and confusion.
What kind of existence could it be that merely a black butterfly formed from the will of a fragment of memory was already impossible to look at... and those who did nearly perished?
Saintess Junnuo knew that the Black Butterfly had not been forcibly destroyed by her... The instant she touched it, she already knew how terrifying it was. It could not be looked at or spoken of. The moment the