The Far West.
Old Tree's roots rose thickly from the earth, piercing the heavens. They pierced the spines of the Azure Cloud Li Family's clansmen, whose magical power flowed ceaselessly into the void.
At that moment, in the Far West, only Dancer had any time to spare.
Rumble!
A sudden thunderclap struck Dancer like a bolt of lightning.
He abruptly looked up at the firmament. Above the Far West hung the Underworld's fortune, drawn there by the deaths of a million Divine Sect disciples.
The Underworld's fortune looked no different from clouds and mist, with lightning flashing within it.
Before he knew it, Dancer discovered to his horror that his soul was aching. His heart had never beaten as rapidly as it did now.
He turned back. Almost every senior Underworld official who had survived this battle looked just like him.
"The fortune is furious?"
Dancer looked up at the heavens in disbelief. In all his years in the Underworld, he had never experienced anything so strange. He could actually sense intense anger in the Underworld's fortune, along with a little helplessness, and... relief?
Dancer did not understand.
He suddenly turned, his pupils trembling violently. Without his noticing, the Blood Moon condensed from the battlefield's blood was moving toward his lord's world. Boundless bloody energy filled even the air of the Far West with a foul stench.
A figure floated out of the Death-Stilling Heavenly Coffin, which had remained suspended beyond the world. It was a desiccated corpse, dead for countless years, yet terrifying pressure still lingered on its body!
"Drip... drip..."
Blood dripped from the enormous ball of flesh on the Mahayana Path, and the Underworld River grew ever broader.
The bloody hue permeating the entire Mahayana Path left even the Mahayana cultivators in the Mahayana world struggling