Gu Yuan sat high atop the Shrine, his gaze sweeping across the various worlds.
Quite a few worlds had already been driven to the end of the road, with black mist about to engulf them completely.
The latter were much like the Great Prosperity World. The current Great Prosperity World had only one capital city left that had not yet been swallowed by black mist.
In just the next few days, the Great Prosperity World would likely enter the Black Mist World completely.
At last, he could visit other worlds.
Time passed.
Two days went by.
There were still quite a few people left in the capital.
Those who had yet to cultivate spiritual energy by now were utterly frantic.
"What do we do? I don't want to die yet!"
"I don't want to die either! I want to cultivate, I want to cultivate!"
"I'll never slack off again! Give me a little more time, I beg the Great Dao Venerable."
"I don't want to die! I can't possibly die!"
On the streets, soldiers were stationed nearby while those whose cultivation had failed howled loudly.
Some even clamored to see the Great Dao Venerable.
The soldiers felt little sympathy for these people's madness.
The world is ending. I won't die anyway, so what the hell do I care whether you die or not?
A few people who thought they were doomed to die anyway charged straight at the soldiers' defensive line, wanting to go to the Shrine and the imperial palace.
But how could they possibly be a match for those soldiers?
They were cut down on the spot.
Just then, an official came running over from somewhere in the distance and whispered something into the ear of a leading general.
The general froze at the words, then nodded.
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