As Yunmeng Dragon Lord's words fell, heaven and earth changed color in an instant.
Dark clouds, deep as midnight, gathered and became a black canopy that blanketed the entire sky. The clear daytime sky from a moment ago turned, in the blink of an eye, into a night that seemed like the end of the world had descended.
The earth fell into deathly silence at once. An indescribable, crushing pressure spread through everyone's hearts, and the rapidly expanding darkness dragged their minds toward a bottomless abyss.
When the last trace of light was completely swallowed, a thunderclap exploded from the clear sky. Rolling thunder collided within the dense clouds, casting the land in a bleak, deathly white.
Under the might of this celestial phenomenon, the incense divinity domains the eleven Water Tribe gods had tried to use to replace this patch of heaven and earth instantly collapsed. The incense-gold bodies seated at the center of those domains had not even managed to manifest their divine powers before crashing down.
Within one netherworld space after another, dead souls wailed as the shattered divinity domains tore them apart completely. Vast amounts of lingering incense power scattered across the earth.
The tremendous backlash from the collapse of the incense divinity domains heavily wounded all eleven Water Tribe gods. Cracked patterns split open their flesh.
The incense light that had always shrouded their bodies swiftly went out. Their Primordial Spirits shook, and even the realms sustained by their incense faith nearly fell.
Fortunately, these eleven Water Tribe gods had originally been great Water Tribe demons. Their positions as Orthodox Gods of incense were merely authority bestowed by the Dragon Lord. Even after losing their incense divinity domains, they could still retain most of their own cultivation.
Had they been incense deities like the City