Two months later.
Within the mountains, rivers, and territories of the Ancient Saint Clan Ancestral Domain, the sky sank and the earth trembled. The Heavenly Laws had vanished entirely, while profound void slowly began to invade this vast land, as though it sought to drag this world into an abyss.
In the vast heavens.
Endless Ancient Saint Crows streaked across the sky, flying toward nowhere known. Perhaps even they did not know where to flee. The eight wildernesses and ten wilds were quiet as death.
Heaven and earth mourned, and all living beings within the Ancestral Domain grieved as well. The countless billions of creatures upon the land seemed to know their final fate. They gazed up at the heavens, yet their eyes were filled with numbness.
Within an inconspicuous Spirit Medicine Garden somewhere.
An elderly man of the Ancient Saint Clan walked hunched over along this decayed and ruined tree-lined path. Leaning on a cane, he slowly passed through this place, walking through the final fragments of his past.
"Eldest Uncle..."
From afar, a clansman suddenly called out to that hunched figure.
The old man paused slightly but did not turn around. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Gu Luo, the Sacred Crows fly together, and heaven and earth have gone dark. Tell me... will our clan truly perish?"
"Eldest Uncle, the Moon Palace Immortal has not yet left!" That youthful cry did not seem despairing. Tears welled in his eyes as he shouted, "Our clan! Will definitely not perish!"
"Luo'er, turn around and look." The old man slowly raised his head, looking toward the vast, dark heavens. "Look a little longer."
The young clansman's eyes trembled as he turned, his whole body shaking as he looked behind him.
Those familiar towering ancient mountains had become Corpse Mountains, and