Wooo—
All the heavens mourned.
Not only the Holy Spirit Continent—even worlds outside this plane, such as the Apricot Realm, the Relics of the Gods, Void Island, and the Saint Emperor Secret Realm, worlds that had once intersected with and were connected to the Holy Spirit Continent, all sensed it.
When an Ancestor God fell, all realms knew, yet they had no power whatsoever to intervene. They could only watch.
The magnificently blooming splendor flowed back from Lingyu Mountain into heaven and earth, streams of light pouring into every corner of the Holy Spirit Continent.
Some fell upon barren lands, nurturing abundant Spirit Lakes; some fell into desolate forbidden zones, giving rise to ownerless holy power...
Grass and trees revived, withered branches sprouted green.
Everyone felt themselves nourished by a slight return of spiritual energy, their vitality and spirits improving greatly.
Yet at the same time, all of them were overcome by grief, hot tears inexplicably welling in their eyes, as though Bei Huai had descended once more.
"Ancestor Hua... has fallen..."
As the first cultivator of the Era of Spirit Refining to be deified and proclaimed an ancestor, He should have been celebrated for eternity, leaving behind countless achievements and taking His place as the Eleventh Ancestor.
Who could have expected His glory to vanish in an instant?
With one step, Ba Zunan returned everything to zero, ending the Ancestor Hua's flourishing age before it could begin.
Was this the end? No! Those with clear eyes could see that this was not the end. On the contrary, it was merely the beginning of the Ancestor Gods' struggle for supremacy.
After all, after Ancestor Hua, several more ancestors stood watching like tigers eyeing their prey, each waiting for this critical turning point to arrive.
But that was a later matter.