Above the divine soil of the Other Shore, the God-Refining Pot descended like a primordial sacred mountain. Feathered immortal light poured from its mouth, filling the sky, each strand bearing an immense weight.
Divine chains woven from countless formation patterns trembled violently before this Emperor Weapon. Blinding sparks showered down, but after only a brief struggle, the chains shattered with a thunderous crash.
Even an Emperor Array left behind by a Heavenly Venerable could not withstand the supreme imperial might of a complete Emperor Weapon wielded by a Quasi-Emperor.
The defenses collapsed. The outcome was settled.
The Divine Lord stood before the ruined temple, his expression grim and his robes snapping in the wind.
Behind him, countless believers fled in panic, streaking through every corner of the divine soil as they uprooted everything they could take. Divine springs, medicine gardens, miraculous pills, Ancient Inheritance Scrolls—not a single thing was left behind.
Panicked figures filled the skies above the divine soil. The radiance of magical treasures mingled with divine sense messages in a blinding chaos.
"Divine Lord, you must go to the Life God Tree yourself!" A senior cultivator flew over from afar and dropped heavily to his knees, his voice burning with urgency.
The Divine Lord remained silent, his face ashen.
The Emperor Array would not hold much longer. That was already inevitable.
Yet before he had even suffered a complete defeat, his followers had begun their mass exodus. It stripped him of all dignity, but he had no grounds to rebuke them.
Reality was reality. Today, he had to leave, whether he wished to or not.
"I understand. You may go." An unmistakable desolation seeped into his voice.
The Life God Tree was an undying divine medicine they had stumbled upon a thousand years ago.
Back then, it had