At this moment, every cultivator near Sacred All-Encompassing Heaven looked up at the heavens in terror.
Fire God Wanrong's nine suns had plunged Eastern Yi into drought for far too long. The living beings of Eastern Yi had nearly forgotten the night, forgotten the spring rains, forgotten the coolness of autumn and winter.
Beneath the scorching nine suns, Eastern Yi at last saw dark clouds after so long. They appeared almost in an instant, blotting out the sky and sun. Even Fire God Wanrong's suns could only barely pierce through the clouds. As darkness shrouded the world, the sunlight filtering through the gaps stained scattered corners of it blood-red.
"Azure Cloud... Li Family!"
Yet the end of the drought brought no delight to Eastern Yi.
An unnamed city lay protected by a grand formation. The cultivators upon its walls had been drenched in sweat as they shielded their eyes and stared at that damned sun. When shadow fell over them, they did feel a moment of joy—but that joy vanished far too quickly.
Eastern Yi's true powerhouses emerged from their homes at once. This night, like a divine painting wrought with a god's brush, became the death god's summons in their hearts. The grim ghostly aura between heaven and earth was so utterly unrestrained.
They immediately thought of the Yu Dynasty's vigilance over all these years, and of that family in the south that had represented "taboo" throughout this long millennium.
The scorching heat faded away, but death's chill flooded their hearts in an instant.
If it had been a clash against the Immortal Court, a living race rising up against immortal gods, the people of Eastern Yi would have been fired with righteous fervor, fearing nothing.
But if it was the south... then there would only be the most