Atop Wuwang Peak, wind and snow howled.
The biting wind swept past with a mournful whimper, as though the ghosts and gods beyond the void had sensed what had happened and broken into grief-stricken sobs.
Many stared blankly in the direction the Myriad Calamities Daoist had departed. All they saw was a rolling sea of clouds beneath a shroud of mist. Like an immortal or demon riding the clouds and traveling upon the wind, he had vanished in an instant.
Even with his figure gone, none of them could tear their eyes away. They stared numbly, as though his departure had drawn their very souls out with him.
Only when uncontrollable screams and roars of pain rose around them did they awaken from their stupor. As they looked about, the sight before them made them tremble involuntarily.
Even amid the ice and snow of this lofty summit, cold sweat still broke out down their backs.
The vast platform atop the peak looked as though it had suffered a bombardment of hurricanes and thunderbolts. Craters and fissures covered the ground, great rocks lay shattered, and blood stained everything.
Severed limbs and corpses lay strewn near and far, their deaths gruesome. Some had been swept up by the gale and slammed straight into rocks, their brains bursting out. Others had been torn apart by force, scattering flesh and blood-
The survivors from the various factions looked on with pounding hearts. Nearly every one of them was wounded and bedraggled, but they had no thought to spare for appearances. Beyond the terror in their hearts, what they felt most was relief.
Relief that fortune had favored them enough to survive the storm the Myriad Calamities Daoist had unleashed. Had their luck been just a little worse, they might have been the ones smashed