Spirit-Void Ghost-God
A rain of blood filled the sky.
The heavens underwent a strange transformation.
In that instant, with Morning Dew City at its center, a horrifying spectacle unfolded.
From every direction came gusts of yin wind, ghosts weeping and gods howling. Deep within the dense black clouds, lightning flickered and demonic shadows swayed, as though some gateway had opened in the depths of the void and countless ghosts and gods were about to burst through space and descend upon this real world.
Crackle!
Torrential rain poured from the dark clouds, shooting downward like arrows. Morning Dew City, too, was shrouded in this black-red rain of blood.
The blood rain itself caused no harm, but within the city, even ordinary mortals who witnessed these phenomena felt a trace of fear, as though a great calamity was imminent.
Countless common folk in the city shut their doors and windows tight, hiding obediently inside their homes, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
If even ordinary mortals could sense it, then there was no need to mention the cultivators of Morning Dew City. They too felt that overwhelming pressure—an atmosphere so suffocating that no one knew what it truly was...
In an instant, the situation completely spiraled out of control!
The Tao Family of Morning Dew City immediately had their fortune stripped away. This was because the fortune of this clan had even affected the elusive and unfathomable workings of fate.
Fortune was intangible and ethereal, yet it truly existed.
Cultivators skilled in the art of observing fortune could examine the fortune of a region, a city, or even a dynasty, and thereby judge its future rise, decline, glory, and disgrace.
The Tao Family's fortune had originally been flourishing, like flowers piled atop brocade and oil poured upon a blazing fire.