Dark, densely packed graves scattered the clouds and filled the entire space. Though a sliver of sunlight still filtered down, there was not a trace of warmth to be found. Only cold and heartache remained.
The Main Body faced the Shadow Body and pressed down with one hand.
"Boom!~~~~"
The sea of graves in the sky sank at once, a vast expanse of black, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing. Waves of dark, despairing energy surged out of the graves, countless ghostly hands reaching from within as hideous vengeful spirits appeared. Filled with hatred, they seemed intent on dragging the entire world down with them, emitting shrill, piercing wails.
"Aah!~~~"
At the sound of those hate-filled wails, countless cultivators with weak wills saw a flood of illusions erupt in their minds: the Blood Sea roaring, mountains of bones, and countless demons running rampant. Each scene was terrifying beyond measure.
Their souls shattered, and they died on the spot. Some corpses, their consciousness not yet fully extinguished, lay on the ground twitching, their faces twisted as blood trickled from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths. The cultivators who had survived felt a chill run through their bodies at the sight.
"Wuuuuuu~~~~" The howling wind wailed mournfully as the black, despairing energy swept across the heavens and earth.
The Shadow Body slightly raised his head, expressionless as he watched the graves rush down. The four pairs of wings on his back gave a slight flap, and crystalline strands of law spread out from them.
With a rumble, countless golden chains surged up behind the Shadow Body. They shot skyward like a peacock spreading its tail, fanning out in a wide arc.
When the ends of the golden chains reached the clouds, they abruptly paused, then instantly turned around. One by one,