In the sixth mural, war erupted between the two sides. It was incomparably fierce—the firmament was pierced through, the earth battered into collapse, and bolts of lightning slithered across the heavens as though the world had reached its end.
In the seventh mural, the monsters corrupted by the meteorite grew stronger and stronger. In the end, the cultivators began to find themselves unable to hold them back.
In the eighth mural, mighty figures surrounded by extraordinary phenomena emerged from the gates of divine mountains. They joined forces and headed for the meteorite's resting place, beginning the suppression.
In the ninth mural, the world collapsed. That vast world shattered into countless fragments, and everywhere stood red-eyed monsters, endlessly letting out furious roars.
In the ninth mural, a peerless powerhouse stood in the sky with a flying sword beneath his feet. Looking at the broken continents around him and the world filled with monsters, his face was steeped in sorrow.
In the tenth mural, the peerless powerhouse wielded a longsword and unleashed an unprecedented battle against the monsters. Even the world itself was beaten into nothingness, and the battle lasted for over a hundred million years.
In the eleventh mural, the peerless powerhouse's clothes were ragged as he knelt within a world of nothingness. Before him and behind him, the sky was filled with corrupted monsters. They stared at him in dense swarms, as though he were the only person left in the entire world.
In the twelfth mural, the mysterious powerhouse fell. The divine sword in his hand also dropped into the endless void, while his body lay quietly within that boundless nothingness. No matter how hard the monsters tried, they could not damage his body in the slightest.
The murals ended there. There were twelve in total on the surrounding