Primordial Wilderness.
Qingqiu.
Vast hills stretched beneath a sky full of swirling leaves.
All the Sky-Reaching Giant Woods began to wither.
Countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures wilted to ash in the blink of an eye, dispersing like smoke.
Crash... crash...
Amid a mighty surge, as if all the waters were roaring, Qingqiu—lush and verdant for countless ages—seemed to be racing toward its demise.
An immense sorrow filled and permeated the world.
Suddenly, a graceful figure emerged from the void. She wore an indigo palace gown woven with gold, her crimson-gold hair swept high and adorned with pearls and jade. Her eyes were as blue as the sea, her radiance dazzling beyond mortal sight. With every glance, her vast and overwhelming pressure filled the universe.
Si Hanyong stood in midair, her gaze flashing like lightning as she looked down upon all of Qingqiu.
Seeing the fallen leaves across a thousand mountains and scorch marks everywhere, her expression turned grave. The traces of a Heavenly Tribulation!
Just like what had happened to the Dragon Race last time, the Nine-tailed Foxes had also been targeted...
When she had just left the Dragon Whale's back, she had said she would return in a quarter of an hour. In truth, that quarter of an hour was because she had sensed trouble in Qingqiu and hurried over to investigate.
As for that mortal... three breaths would be enough!
At that thought, Si Hanyong took a step forward and instantly entered the Nine-tailed Foxes' shrine.
The shrine still stood majestic, but the dense vines covering it had quietly withered, collapsed, and died, turning into billowing dust that fell like rain and snow.
Across the vast corridors, all signs of life receded like the tide.
It seemed the shrine itself, too, was steadily moving toward death...
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