Calamity!

Emperor Chang Jin's terrifying aura was like a thin mist, splitting the clouds, piercing through all things, and stabbing into the firmament.

Even in the Daoist Temples scattered across the entire earth, countless Daoists emerged. Through the Eye of Fortune, they could all see the red radiance piercing the sky. Under that sinister, malicious glow, it seemed as if the entire world had been dyed in blood.

What a terrifying great calamity!

The world was scarlet. What kind of misfortune was this?

Many Daoists with low Cultivation Levels trembled, terrified by the arrival of the apocalypse.

Above the sky.

"I see it. I see it!"

Emperor Chang Jin's energy body expanded and swelled like a rapidly inflating balloon. His pupils flickered rapidly, turning pale and murky. Across his whitening face were several thousand pairs of pupils, each one seeming to reflect the image of a living being.

He suddenly felt that the world was so clear. He saw another side of the real world.

He sensed traces of history lingering between heaven and earth—the fortunes left behind in the air by all living beings throughout the ages, drifting between heaven and earth.

"Is this an incomplete River of Fate? Is the world's causality all within it?"

"Yes, I should have realized this long ago. Humans have three sources, so naturally, after death, they leave behind Three Corpses."

"After people die, they leave behind their physical bodies, buried in graves upon the earth."

"After people die, they leave behind the turbid qi in the air, drifting about."

"After people die, how could they not leave behind a third kind of residual fortune? It too drifts between heaven and earth."

His mind kept churning as he wantonly swallowed the residual fortunes between heaven and earth. They were incomparably sweet and delicious.

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