A Saint had fallen!
When heaven and earth wailed once more, everyone realized that Yan Wuse's era had ended.
It had ended beneath the torrential rain.
The Light of Spirit Refining was ultimately not the Light of Upanishad. He had died at the hands of the Water Upanishad, with not the slightest possibility of revival remaining.
As powerful as a Half-Saint...
Yet on Void Island, two had fallen thus far.
That was not even counting special deaths such as the Heavenly Secrets Divine Envoy and Night Owl.
"Sky City possesses a Half-Saint Dao Foundation, but it is also the burial ground of Half-Saints."
The people on Void Island realized that this was neither a legend nor a joke.
Even they, under the covetous gaze of the Ghost Beasts on the Inner Island, faced the risk of dropping dead at any moment.
"Another one died..."
Atop the dragon's head, Xu Xiaoshou emerged from the sudden wave of sorrow, his mind feeling somewhat dazed.
Before coming to Void Island, Half-Saints had been the pinnacle of combat power on the Holy Spirit Continent in his world.
They represented supremacy, invincibility, and immortality.
After coming to Void Island, Half-Saints were not invincible. They were merely one realm of cultivation.
So long as one's schemes were appropriate and one knew how to set the board...
Even Supreme Void, or even Cutting the Path and Dao Realm cultivators, had the possibility of killing a Half-Saint.
"He clearly wanted to say something..."
Xu Xiaoshou had seen Yan Wuse's gaze through the Saint Image before his death.
He also recalled that conversation with the Light of Spirit Refining atop Fallen Abyss.
"Rare is the wisdom of playing the fool..."
Back then, Xu Xiaoshou had merely been talking people into submission, hoping to persuade Yan Wuse to retreat and