The Sin Domain War had ended, and the balance of power in Chaos had been utterly overturned.
Yet in the City Lord's hall of Heavenly Prison City, far away across ten thousand miles of Chaos, all was deathly still and bitterly cold.
The vast, magnificent hall stood empty and desolate. The elders, city guardians, and sect retainers who had once streamed through it were nowhere to be seen.
The jade throne stood vacant, the formations had dimmed, and the spirit lamps had gone dark. Traces of a hurried evacuation littered the floor, leaving not a shred of its former splendor or majesty.
Only Gui Ying remained, standing alone in the center of the hall.
He clutched the ancient token that marked him as a direct-line member of the Great Dao Unification Sect against his chest. His fingertips had turned white, his body trembled, and he could not stop shivering.
Hollow echoes drifted through the empty hall. No one answered. No one stood beside him.
Gui Ying lifted his eyes and looked around, seeing only desolation.
Every familiar figure, every Sin Domain powerhouse stationed in Heavenly Prison City, had gone to the main battlefield in Chaos.
Now the dust had settled, yet not one had returned.
He already knew the answer—the Sin Domain had lost, and all its fighting forces lay buried in Chaos.
Plans spanning countless ages, dominion held through the passage of time, the flourishing grandeur of a mighty city—all had been wiped away in a single day.
Pitiful, lamentable, and more than anything, tragic.
Gui Ying's throat tightened. A thousand words clogged his chest, yet he did not know whom to mourn or whom to tell.
Gritting his teeth, he poured every last measure of his origin laws into the Great Dao Unification Sect's token, frantically activating it