Sishui Pass.
Dusk was blood-red, the setting sun nearly spent.
The radiance of the three gigantic eyes above the sky dome had long since faded, and the rain of blood had ceased as well.
Yet the killing intent filling the heavens had not dispersed.
The two armies had faced each other from morning until dusk.
Within the Shang army's formation, the Jie Sect immortals hovered in the air.
Duobao stood with hands behind his back, his golden Dao robe snapping loudly in the wind.
Kong Xuan stood at his side, Five-Colored Divine Light gently rippling around him.
Zhao Gongming, San Xiao, Wu Dang, Gui Ling, and Jin Ling each held their positions.
Behind them stood dozens of Golden Immortals of the Origin and countless Daluo Golden Immortals.
Their auras gathered into a sea, shrouding the entire battlefield.
The Western Qi formation was the complete opposite.
All Twelve Golden Immortals had perished in battle, their true spirits ascending to the Investiture of the Gods List.
Thousands of second-, third-, and fourth-generation disciples of the Chan Sect had met the same fate.
Those Chan Sect disciples who had once been so proud and invincible had been utterly wiped out.
Ji Fa stood atop the command chariot, his armor stained with blood and his facial expression deathly pale.
He looked at the dark mass of Jie Sect immortals above the sky dome, at those pairs of icy eyes.
A bone-chilling cold rose in his heart.
They had lost.
Western Qi had lost.
He, Ji Fa, had marched against Shang to punish tyranny and carry out Heaven's will.
But where was Heaven?
Heaven was above the sky dome, exiled into the Chaos Depths by a green-clad figure.
Heaven was before Sishui Pass, trampled beneath the feet of the Jie Sect Myriad Immortals.
He had