Death Omen

Death Omen.

Not everyone who was about to die showed a Death Omen on their face.

Or rather, most deaths in the world came without warning.

One moment, a person was as lively as a dragon and tiger; the next, death was upon them.

There was no warning at all.

Only Ascension Realm experts adept at discerning the workings of karma and fate, or the rare Dao Integration Realm cultivator with a gift for understanding heaven's secrets and karma, could perceive a Death Omen.

Though it was noon, a terrifying black rift nearly a hundred thousand li long blotted out the sky and shrouded Du Cang Mountain in perpetual darkness. If not for the many lights scattered through its buildings, it would have been impossible to see a hand held before one's face.

After the Chaos of Immortals, the snow that had once covered Tian Ding Mountain melted, and floods swallowed the surrounding Mortal Dynasties and human settlements.

Once most of the floodwaters had receded, people from more distant kingdoms began cultivating the land around Du Cang Mountain.

But as the black rift continued to expand, the entire region within a hundred thousand li of Du Cang Mountain fell into eternal night. Plants deprived of sunlight stopped growing, while livestock died in droves for lack of feed and other reasons.

For mortals and the countless living creatures of the world, eternal night was nothing short of a catastrophe that threatened to bring the sky down upon them.

People's daily rhythms fell into disarray. Supplies grew scarce, and even their basic needs for food, clothing, shelter, and travel could no longer be met.

Wars broke out endlessly among the Mortal Dynasties, and refugees fled toward more distant lands.

Toward places where the sun still shone.

That migration had begun roughly fifty