The Great Battle Begins

Below the Heavenly Chasm, the blood river churned. The stench of blood spread for a hundred miles, so thick it seemed tangible. Bubbles burst within the blood river, as though wronged souls were howling in anguish.

Heavenly Saint stood with his hands behind his back, looking up.

Even during the earlier siege by the many Heavenly Chasm Sect powerhouses against Fahua and Liu Tianyi, he had not taken part. Decades of planning had finally reached its final step. Now, his eyes held only the Heavenly Chasm stretching across the Void, and nothing else.

No one and nothing in this world could disrupt his grand plan.

A cough drew nearer from afar as the Great Elder, Xing Mo, approached. Already frail with age, he now looked even older.

Though only a few elders of the Heavenly Chasm Sect had died in the earlier battle, many had been wounded. Xing Mo in particular, who had borne the brunt of Fahua's fury, was grievously injured. He could not understand how that old monk, who had clearly been so old he was nearly dead, could still erupt with such terrifying, peerless strength.

But in the end, two fists could not fend off four hands.

What puzzled him even more was why Fahua and Liu Tianyi had chosen to die here.

Given the strength of those two, along with Huang Liang, they might not have lacked a chance if they had truly intended to flee. Yet from beginning to end, neither had shown any intention of escaping. Only at the final moment had they joined forces to carve out a path of survival for Huang Liang.

But there was no point dwelling on that now. Xing Mo composed himself, stopped beside Heavenly Saint, and spoke softly.

"Sect Master, the Sixth Elder, the Nineteenth Elder, the