Above the desolate, vast, bloodstained earth, countless dazzling Brilliant Lights flashed incessantly within the black clouds.
And wisps of shadowy threads, like phantoms, drifted between heaven and earth, growing from the ground and extending down from the Sky Dome.
When they tangled together, they formed fleeting nets, venting the boundless power born from destruction and death.
Amid entwining arcs of lightning, incomplete and flickering figures staggered through heaven and earth.
Appearing and vanishing without pattern.
From within the war.
Whenever those phantom-like figures swept past the conflict, they brought gentle winds and fine mist-like rain, descending upon cracked faces and broken wounds.
Leaving behind Great Siming's blessing.
Countless tiny miracles rose from the earth like glimmers of light, illuminating the dark, rugged paths and those weary eyes.
Amid solemn, compassionate melodies.
Then came the furious cries from the sea of blood and the roars amid the thunderstorm.
A tremendous crash of heaven collapsing and earth splitting.
Flowing fire fell continuously from the sky, wreaking destruction, while Blood Trees grew madly, their enraged thorns rapidly spreading through the cracks in the earth.
The fury and killing intent filling the Sky Dome and the sea of blood erupted without restraint.
The controllers behind the scenes had been successfully provoked.
Just as Huai Shi had expected...
Even sooner than he had anticipated.
As for how Minister of Growth and the Storm Shaman felt at that moment, only one word could describe it: disgusted. Completely disgusted.
It was like watching some brat charge into their game room full of collectible figures and scream excitedly, or some random bastard product manager pointing fingers at their code...
Their blood pressure was beyond control.
Straight to the max!
Furious wills transformed into blood-red waves and dazzling lightning, sweeping and surging through the ocean and clouds, digging through