Qingyao Mountain.
Yuyuan.
An incomparably enormous pupil stretched across the firmament, hanging high in the sky, distant, cold, indifferent, imposing... looking down upon all living things.
The pupil had now opened more than halfway, as if only the tiniest bit remained before it could open completely!
The towering Xun Mu stood tall in the abyss. Directly above it, a blood moon hung silently in the sky. Countless tiny blades were bursting from every wound in Xun Mu, streaming toward the moon.
The blood moon grew rounder and rounder, almost full.
Like the crown of a vast world-tree, the highest branches and leaves were turning to ash bit by bit. Before they could even rustle down, they were swept up by the torrent of blades and surged toward the moon.
Crack, crack, crack...
Amid a grating sound of shattering, countless saber intents erupted wildly from within Xun Mu's entire trunk. As chunks of splintered wood flew backward, its surging vitality poured without remainder into the blood moon.
At that moment, heavy tribulation clouds packed the entire sky above Yuyuan. The clouds were black as ink, purple and azure light flashing across the heavens. Rolling Tribulation Lightning, like the Milky Way breaking apart, roared down toward Xun Mu.
Its branches and leaves rustled as Xun Mu's entire body trembled incessantly. The empty coffins upon it tumbled into Yuyuan, like ripe fruit in late autumn.
At the same moment, Pei Ling had just finished casting his final immortal art when he could no longer maintain Su Lijing's appearance. His whole body wavered, and he immediately returned to his original form.
Under the effects of Xun Mu's immortal art, his body fell toward the depths of Yuyuan faster and faster.
Just as Pei Ling was about to turn into a torrent like the suns