The Blue Sun hung high overhead, and cries of shock rang out.
The sudden, terrifying disaster left everyone at a loss... This was a calamity they had never encountered before. No one knew how to respond. The only thing they knew was that even the slightest hesitation would cost people their lives.
"Holy Lord! Holy Lord!"
Panicked cries came from outside.
Inside the main hall, however, Ying Ding was utterly flustered... because Holy Lord Wu Ding was not actually in the Holy Land at all—only he was here.
"How could the Source of Spiritual Power suddenly run wild? It hasn't had a problem in thousands of years. Could it be that the thing sealed beneath it..."
As Wu Ding's shadow, he knew nearly everything about the Holy Land. He knew the brutal war from thousands of years ago in detail, and he also knew exactly what was sealed within the Source of Spiritual Power.
Yet over all these years, the Holy Land they had seized had remained peaceful. Because of the Source of Spiritual Power, everyone had quickly recuperated and recovered their strength. Although the ancient Great Dao had collapsed, the new Emperors that followed had ultimately been nurtured.
Though the ancient Great Dao had collapsed, after thousands or tens of thousands of years, could the Dao of that era not also rise to become an ancient Great Dao?
It was merely the difference between an ancient Great Dao and a medieval Great Dao.
"Everyone, listen to my command!"
Ying Ding walked out in the appearance of Holy Lord Wu Ding. He had to distinguish priorities clearly. For now, all he could do was save as many Yin clansmen as possible amid this disaster.
The Source of Spiritual Power had erupted. Those undergoing secluded cultivation inside were probably doomed... He