It felt as though a child were about to be abandoned by their own mother. Loneliness, helplessness, terror—every emotion surged over them like a tide, making even their souls tremble.
As the surviving Top Grade experts looked up at the rain of blood and bloody lightning, their eyes brimmed with grief too deep to dissolve.
They knew this was the Heavenly Dao's mournful cry, their world's master sending them one final plea for help.
But what could they do?
These native experts had long since been battered to pieces by the Outer Realm Demons. The sects and foundations they had once taken pride in had all turned to ash.
All they could do now was watch it happen, utterly powerless to stop it.
As for Qin Yan, as he continued refining the Heavenly Dao Origin, he began to sense a wondrous change taking place within himself.
Countless fragments concerning the Cangwu Small World surfaced in his mind one after another, like scenes flashing past on a lantern wheel.
Lofty mountains, vast lands, thriving races, ancient sects...
The images were as vivid and profound as if he had experienced them himself.
Little by little, he was gaining control over the Heavenly Dao Origin of the Cangwu Small World. Little by little, he was becoming this world's new master.
"You want to Refine me? I won't let you have your way!"
The Heavenly Dao Origin seemed to realize that it had reached its final moment.
The eyes formed from golden lightning were filled with fury and unwillingness. Then, beneath that rage, a trace of ruthless resolve flashed through them.
Lightning around the Heavenly Dao Origin flashed wildly. Golden Light suddenly erupted like a final blaze before extinction, and an overwhelming, suffocatingly terrifying aura crashed toward Qin Yan like a tsunami. This was