Wurao Emperor Realm, a land blessed by nature.
No ground could be seen in this realm; it rested beside the clouds. This world lay outside yin and yang, secluded and serene through the ages. Spirit winds brushed the drifting clouds, while layered peaks rose in lush jade; rainbow bridges spanned the heavens, crane cries drifted ethereally.
Little was recorded of such an immortal realm amid the clouds in ancient texts. Only a scant line summed it up: "The ancients cherished wind, snow, and moon; people today cherish not the ancients. Leaning on mountains as though relying on rain, one may behold the peaks of old."
In the clouds and mist, mysterious beyond measure.
That was all the world knew of the Wurao Emperor Realm.
It was said that upon entering this world, one could sense the densest spiritual energy between heaven and earth. From time to time, ownerless holy power would drift past, cleansing the soul.
Should one behold a spirit rain within this realm, they would often enter a state of enlightenment, glimpse fragments of ancient power, steal one or two wind-type abilities, and greatly advance their cultivation.
Yet now, within this immortal realm in the clouds, the breeze carried more sorrow, and the air more desolation.
Even the drifting clouds brushing past the endless verdant peaks seemed to weep, as if grieving for someone and sharing heaven and earth's sorrow.
"Woo—"
Within the Wurao Emperor Realm, Bafang Mountain, and Bafang Divine Court, a mournful holy cry suddenly rang out, echoing through the entire realm.
All who heard it were overcome with grief, yet they also realized that this omen could only have been triggered by the death of a half-saint of the Rao Clan's Holy Emperor bloodline outside the realm.
But...
If a Rao Clan Half-Saint walked the