"Clatter!"
On this day, Blood Rain fell upon the mortal world.
The dazzling bloodlight carried fragrance and exuded divine resonance. It belonged to the Saints who had Attained Eternal Dao.
Within the blood, the killing intent had been completely dissolved. It brought no calamity to the world, nor did it cause living beings to mutate into grotesque forms.
What remained was only a sincere and pure blessing, baptizing the war-ravaged heavens and earth.
At this moment, the gods possessed benevolence and kind thoughts. They had gone to their deaths resolutely, challenging tyranny... They upheld the righteous path, glared coldly at the Heavenly Emperor, and willingly bowed their heads to serve the common people.
Thus, their blood followed their hearts and wills. Even though their lord was wounded and defeated, it still brought blessings, drop by drop, to this vast world, imprinting their spirit upon the hearts of all living beings.
The world flourished, Vital Energy surged, and the Great Dao stirred... It was as though the opening of a golden age had arrived.
Brilliant rainbows smoothed the scars of the universe and erased the traces of war. They were beauty and blessing... The origins of all living beings were growing, advancing along the path opened by the willing sacrifice and bloody battles of three thousand divine beings.
Yet upon that path lay endless sacrifice.
The gods were stubbornly fearless. Inspired by the Emperor Yan, they fought to the death for Nuwa, writing courage into the annals of the age... Such spirit was worthy of praise, but it was not recommended that anyone imitate them, because the casualties had been far too devastating!
The Heavenly Emperor's avatar, whose authority had been provoked, looked down upon the mortal world and executed those rebellious upstarts whose wings had hardened, slaughtering his way through