Above the firmament, winds rose and clouds churned.
In but a few moments, the endless void was coated in a dark-red hue.
Beneath the blood clouds, torrential rain poured down.
The rain was scarlet and icy, carrying boundless sorrow and an aura of slaughter.
Soon, it fell upon every inch of land and sea in the Primordial Wilderness.
A Saint had fallen. Heaven and earth mourned, and blood rained down from the skies!
This immense celestial omen and the sorrow permeating heaven and earth announced one fact to every living being in the Primordial Wilderness.
The newly ascended Saint who ruled the Heavenly Court and commanded the Demon Race—
had met his end, his Dao extinguished!
At the same time, above the East Sea.
Qin Mu hovered in the void, gripping the Destruction Divine Spear as golden Saint's blood dripped from it.
He had done it.
With the power of Primordial Chaos, he had boldly slain a Saint!
From this moment onward, the history of the Primordial Wilderness had been utterly rewritten.
At the same time, countless living beings stared at the blood rain falling from the sky, utterly dumbfounded.
"What?"
"He's dead?"
"Dijun is dead!"
"Qin Mu killed him?"
"But he was a Saint!"
"Qin Mu really did it? He killed a Saint?"
"How is that possible? Didn't they say... as long as the Heavenly Dao endured, Saints could never die?"
"..."
Countless beings cried out in shock, stunned by the outcome.
No one had expected that Dijun, a Saint, would ultimately be slain by Qin Mu.
Even when Dijun had been at a disadvantage in his earlier fight with Qin Mu, they had only thought he would lose.
They had never imagined that Dijun would fall!
The many mighty cultivators drew in sharp breaths at the sight.