There were three kinds of people in Eastern Yi.
One kind wanted to restore the glory of Ancient Sage City and continue preserving the path by which civilization functioned. One kind were members of the Li Family, their ancestors humiliated, their descendants unable to rest easy. The last kind were immortals who merely regarded Eastern Yi as a stepping stone to be crushed beneath the Immortal Court's return to the mortal world.
Ancient civilization had been destroyed, and all living beings had marched toward their final end beneath the pressure of the dao fields and heaven and earth. Amid the death and bloodshed wrought in Eastern Yi by these three kinds of people, there were in fact many more who buried their own purposes deep within their hearts.
She walked the world alone, hatred gathering within her into a rolling flood. She had always had only one goal.
When the secrets buried beneath the calamity of [Dustless] across Eastern Yi broke through the soil, nearly fifty grand formations exposed the seers' corpses before the world, and the dam holding back the mountain flood collapsed with them.
The three kinds of people in Eastern Yi all lowered their banners and silenced their drums at that moment, gazing toward the heart of the disaster.
As seers' corpses transformed into streams of light and entered Xie Xuanxi's body, heaven and earth fell silent.
Her robes were torn to shreds. She no longer needed to disguise anything. Her body hung slack, exposing everything beneath the heavens.
"Bang!"
Xie Xuanxi seemed to stand at the center of the world as the first vivid blossom of blood burst open above the heavens.
One of her fingers broke off. A severed finger from a seer took the place that finger had originally occupied in her flesh.
"Bang!"