Blood God's Broken Composure, the Rift

The vast expanse of You Shuo seemed boundless, its rotting moss and soil frozen into a sheet of frosted silver.

By now, not even living dead remained here. The cold had stolen the last trace of warmth. Ice statues stood lifelike all around, and the wind swept up silver dust flaking from them—the ashes left after Moon Phoenix's battle against more than forty members of the Heavenly Race.

Ying Bing felt a sense of bewilderment rise within her.

Riiip—

A harsh, heavy sound of grinding rang out.

The temple amid the howling wind seemed to let out a shrill roar. Something had broken free of its seal.

A blood-red shadow burst from the temple, rolling up mountains of snow as it flew into the distance.

Ying Bing's eyes lit up, and she followed it.

Within the bloodlight was a savage arm. Its severed end was covered in irregular bone splinters, and both the splinters and flesh seemed alive.

After it left.

The dense gloom hanging over the foreign land seemed to show signs of dispersing.

It flew swiftly.

Yet it could never escape Ying Bing's sight.

Everything before her sped backward.

Gradually, the outline of Heavenly Human City appeared in her eyes, followed by Heavenly City. The present-day Heavenly City was shrouded in blood clouds, with terrified and helpless crowds everywhere.

"The heavenly calamity has come early..."

Ying Bing's delicate brows drew tighter and tighter.

She could sense that the power of the heavenly calamity had already fused into the Blood God himself.

She had not been there, so he...

Amid the silence, she found Heavenly City—and that familiar figure.

At the summit of Heavenly City, Li Mo stood armored atop the city, his gaze blazing like fire.

Perhaps the ordinarily unremarkable him was glowing now.

The clear, tranquil autumn