Was this the memory of the Heavenly God, Wu Hui?
Luo Yan "saw" that he was half-kneeling on the ground. The Pine Pattern Ancient Sword, which had already shattered in reality, was now stabbed into the soft mud.
A slick layer of blood floated over the mud.
Looking ahead, his eyes fell upon vast patches of bloodstains, with rotten, withered black leaves floating atop them.
Looking farther, there were broken flagpoles everywhere, scattered blades, shattered armor, and, half-hidden among these objects, severed limbs and mangled corpses.
Right beside Luo Yan, he saw a corpse. Its waist armor had split open, and something had apparently gnawed at it, leaving the body bloody and mangled. Flesh was missing, exposing white bones.
In his ears.
The sounds of slaughter still rang out. The ceaseless explosions and whistles showed that the war was still raging.
The roars of beasts and the shrill cries of something unknown came from afar, burrowing into Luo Yan's ears.
Then he saw "himself" prop himself up with the sword, pull the Pine Pattern Ancient Sword from the bloody mud, and run a hand along its blade.
Pale-red flames surged from his palm, flowing gently across the sword and burning away the filth on it.
Then flames rose around him. He stamped both feet against the ground, and his body shot into the sky.
Luo Yan felt as if he were riding clouds and mist. In the blink of an eye, he reached the heavens. From this height, he finally took in the entire Battlefield.
Across the earth, clusters of light periodically flared among the mountains. Illuminated by those flashes, flames, lightning, and thick smoke took the form of pillars, rising straight into the sky.
The sky was blanketed by deep-black smoke. Beneath these City Crusher clouds, countless points of