The living world, Northern Continent, High Heaven Court, before Heaven's Fate Pavilion!
The Emperor Painting floated in the air as a large number of Great Yong ancestral immortals followed the two Saints into it.
Some were seeing the Emperor Painting for the first time, while others had witnessed it before. Yet at this moment, all of them carried a trace of worship toward Zhong Shan.
The Emperor Painting—a Space-Time Treasure capable of crossing space and time?
The mighty figures entered one after another. Outside Heaven's Fate Pavilion, a group of people remained.
Zhong Shan stood at the head, with Corpse Mister, Yi Yan, Shui Jing, Liu Wushuang, and the others standing to one side.
Although Corpse Mister was also an ancestral immortal, Zhong Shan had not let him go.
"Zhong Shan, let me go. I want to go!" Tian Ling'er sobbed from the side, her eyes red.
"Ling Er, there's a battle going on over there. You can't go right now!" Nian Youyou consoled her softly.
Ji Gong Nie had died, Blazing Fire Holy Capital had become a dead city, Great Zhou had collapsed, Wu Jiu Tian and Nie Qingqing were nowhere to be found and might even have had their souls scattered. Each piece of news struck Tian Ling'er's heart like a hammer.
It was just like when she had first heard that her father had died. The blow had left Tian Ling'er dazed.
Tian Ling'er was the empress of Great Zheng, but she was also the princess of Great Zhou. She still had relatives and friends in Great Zhou. She had never felt much about it before, but now that they had all been slaughtered, a great wave of sorrow surged in Tian Ling'er's heart.
What was Great Zhou? It was Tian Ling'er's maternal family. Now that her