Shouyang Mountain, Eight Sceneries Palace.
Golden Horn and Silver Horn, who had been left behind to guard the palace, stood frozen before the pill furnace. They stared at the blood-red Sky Dome and the Seven-Colored Light Spots drifting down, their voices dry as they felt as though they had fallen into an icy abyss.
A Sage had fallen.
What would the Dao Ancestor do?
What would the Heavenly Dao do?
What would happen to the Great Wilderness...?!
They dared not imagine.
Western Mount Sumeru.
Beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, countless Bhikkhus, Arhats, and Bodhisattvas knelt on the ground, gazing at the blood-red Sky Dome in the east and the Seven-Colored Light Spots still drifting down...
Their bodies trembled, and they could barely utter a Buddhist chant.
Empress Nuwa... had truly fallen?
The Empress Nuwa who had created humanity, ranked among the Six Sages, and shown compassion for all living beings...
Had she really been killed by the Jie Sect Vice Sect Master...
With a single punch?
"Amitabha..."
An old monk murmured a Buddhist chant, his voice mournful.
But no one answered.
All of Mount Sumeru lay in silence, as deep as an abyss.
Above the Nether Blood Sea, atop the Cycle of Reincarnation Giant Seal.
Houtu abruptly opened her eyes. Chaos Colored Radiance swirled wildly in her pupils, reflecting the shocking blood-red Sky Dome over the Great Wilderness.
She stared fixedly toward Buzhou Mountain, at the Green Clad Figure standing alone within the Chaos Halo.
"Nuwa..."
Houtu murmured, her voice carrying a faint tremor:
"She's fallen?"
Though she was an Earth Dao Sage, Nuwa had also been a Heavenly Dao Sage. Though her cultivation had fallen, she had once been one of the Six Sages.
When a Sage fell, Heaven and Earth mourned together.
Even the Reincarnation Authority trembled