A Sage had fallen, and Heaven and Earth mourned as one!
The moment the celestial phenomenon appeared, experts throughout the four directions of the world raised their heads to gaze at the sky. Some rejoiced, while others fretted.
In the Southern Continent of the Netherworld, at the junction with Hong Continent, stood a vast Sage's sanctuary.
Sage Xi Yangtian was instructing several disciples when the celestial phenomenon suddenly appeared. He raised his head toward the sky.
Watching countless torrents of blood rain pour down, seeing Blood Mist rise from the earth, and hearing Heaven and Earth's mournful cries echo one after another, his expression gradually became exceedingly complicated.
Xi Yangtian fell silent for a while, and none of the disciples dared disturb him.
After watching for some time, the heavenly thunder suddenly erupted again, and the blood rain grew even heavier. Heaven and Earth's grief became increasingly oppressive.
"Shh!" Xi Yangtian drew a deep breath.
"Master, which Sage was it? One from the Netherworld or the living world?" one disciple asked.
"One from the Netherworld!" Xi Yangtian sighed softly.
"The Netherworld? Who?"
"Aside from Jun Tianxia and me, every other Sage has fallen!" Xi Yangtian said with a complicated expression.
"What?" the disciple exclaimed in surprise.
Several thousand years ago, Sages had represented the most powerful existences beneath Heaven and Earth. Yet over the past one or two thousand years, Sages seemed no longer to stand at the summit. It was almost as if they had been cursed, falling one after another. And this time, two had fallen?
The disciples looked at Xi Yangtian, their hearts filled with fear, afraid that their master might be next.
"Who could kill a Sage?" that disciple asked again.
"The two of them guarded Great Yong. Great Zheng attacked Great Yong. It seems it