A torrential rain of blood fell from the heavens.
The seven ancestral priests of the Witch God Hall had pushed themselves to their ultimate heights, but in the end, they were merely moths flying into a flame.
They were simply too old. Even after that ultimate sublimation, their power could not last long.
They held out for only the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Then, under the combined assault of fourteen Divine Mansion Realm cultivators, all seven ancestral priests perished, their paths extinguished.
Their seven withered, broken bodies, along with their final lingering obsessions, vanished completely from this world.
South Capital.
The Witch God Hall.
A fissure suddenly opened in the void.
The Second Priest rushed out of it, her hair disheveled.
She landed on the jade steps before the main hall.
She gasped for breath.
Suddenly.
A thunderbolt tore through the heavens.
Blood rained down in torrents.
The Second Priest jerked her head up.
She let the bloody rain wash over her face.
When a Divine Mansion Realm cultivator fell, heaven and earth mourned together.
The downpour of blood stained every inch of South Capital red.
The Second Priest collapsed to her knees on the jade steps.
Her entire body trembled, her heart as cold as dead ashes.
They were dead.
Seven ancestral priests. Seven Great Experts of the Divine Mansion Realm.
The Witch God Hall's reserves were simply gone.
"No... the Witch God Hall must not perish in my hands!"
She scrambled to her feet on the jade steps and dragged her battered body toward the mountain behind the Witch God Hall, stumbling all the way.
It was the most strictly forbidden ground in the entire Southern Wasteland.
It was also where the Great Priest cultivated in seclusion.
The mountain behind the Witch God