The Nether Bureau.
Countless resentful souls regained the forms of white-clad phantoms, yet bloody tears streamed endlessly down their faces.
"Tears?!"
Zhan Hongxiu rubbed her eyes without thinking and saw the same crimson stain on her hand.
When she looked again, she found that the ghostly deity was weeping too. "Why is this happening?"
"To a [Year Guardian], history is merely something to toy with at will. Now that [Year Guardians] have been born, ghosts and gods weep, and the heavens rain blood... Because if they wish it, the very foundations of our existence will instantly turn to nothing. You and I will become figures in False History... or even cease to exist at all!"
The Kitchen Lord's voice came. "I originally thought two [Year Guardians] would restrain each other, restoring the world of Remote Antiquity and perhaps even bringing about a third [Year Guardian]. I never imagined these two would go straight to war!"
"We Golden Core True Lords can shatter this stretch of heaven and earth with a wave of the hand, but when [Year Guardians] strike, they can destroy history. If we are caught in it, we too will cease to exist..."
"So this is... what true immortals are?"
Zhan Hongxiu murmured. Then she saw her own hand turn to nothing. She gave a bitter smile, the bloody tears on her face growing ever more vivid...
"The firmament rages and the rain weeps blood... Even Heaven's Disfavor can no longer touch me."
Fang Qing still wore his blue-green Daoist robe and looked like an ordinary man. Before him, history seemed to have become a book, its pages rustling as they turned without end.
He had battled that Great Sun [Year Guardian] in Remote Antiquity, in High Antiquity, and in Near Antiquity!
Their struggle spanned the river of