Southern Domain.
The Blackheart Fruit Clan, land of saintly residence.
A white-haired old man abruptly sprang to his feet from his cross-legged state of enlightenment, his aged face filled with shock.
"How could this be?"
"How could this be!"
The instant shift in the emotions of Half-Saint Zang Ren caused the winds and clouds to change color for dozens of miles around him, thunder and lightning crashing together.
Biting cold winds swept alongside summer heat, carrying away the ice and snow that had suddenly drifted down from the sky. Then, bearing the withered deathly air of late autumn, they erased all traces of life from the green plants on the spot.
"Saintly wrath!"
"Heavens, when a Saint is startled, the world changes!"
"Chaos! The Blackheart Fruit Clan is about to face great turmoil! What could have alarmed our clan's Half-Saint?"
Within the Half-Saint secret realm, the clansmen of the Blackheart Fruit Clan all panicked.
The Grand Elder, the Clan Chief, and the others instantly flew out from their cultivation dwellings and arrived in the skies above the clan's residential grounds, where they witnessed this scene of disordered laws.
Everyone fell silent.
Other than enlightening the younger generation, Half-Saint Zang Ren of the Blackheart Fruit Clan had not caused such a huge disturbance in hundreds of years.
Why had he stirred into saintly wrath today? Some wished to ask the Half-Saint for instructions, but the Clan Chief and Grand Elder immediately stopped them.
If the Half-Saint had need of anything, a saintly decree would naturally be issued. Nothing had yet happened within the clan, so how could they disturb the Half-Saint's secluded cultivation for no reason?
Within the saintly residence, after Half-Saint Zang Ren lost control of his emotions for an instant, he immediately reined them in, and the outside world