Everyone's eyes widened, their eyeballs nearly bulging out of their sockets.
Their mouths hung open, yet not a sound came out.
They could only open and close them helplessly like fish stranded on dry land.
They stared in disbelief at the eight star domains where earth-shaking, reality-shattering changes had erupted.
They felt the eight waves of sacred might that made their souls howl and their Dao hearts tremble.
It was complete sacred might that made them want to prostrate themselves and worship on bended knees!
How many times stronger was this pressure than the false Saints' earlier? A hundredfold? More?
This was an absolute disparity in the levels of life!
"No... No way... This is absolutely impossible..."
A Boundaryless cultivator's Lifebound Magical Treasure, which he held tightly and valued as dearly as his own life, clattered to the ground.
Yet he did not notice at all. He only muttered dazedly to himself, his eyes hollow, as though his faith had collapsed.
His companion beside him began trembling uncontrollably, his teeth chattering.
"An illusion... It must be an illusion... The false Saints are dead... Even their true spirits were extinguished... How could this..."
Core region.
The brilliant smile of surviving a disaster on Luo Li's face completely froze.
Then, like a shattered porcelain vessel, it disintegrated inch by inch.
The color instantly drained from her delicate cheeks, leaving them as pale as paper, without the slightest trace of blood.
Luo Li's slender body lurched violently. Her vision went black, and she nearly toppled over.
"Luo Li!"
Blood Linglong reacted swiftly and grabbed her, holding her tightly upright.
But Blood Linglong's own hand was also trembling violently beyond her control.
Her originally seductive and enchanting face was now filled with shock and despair that she could not accept.
"How could... this..."
Blood