He paid no attention to the course of the great war, merely walking silently amid the sea of clouds.
"What heavy baleful aura..."
Chen Xun briefly observed the world's veins and murmured, "It even surpasses the turbid aura of the Outer Immortal Land. This is a heaven-and-earth calamity descending—the sign that all races are about to sit down to a feast."
His gaze lowered slightly.
A sect stood upon the land below, now shattered beyond recognition. There was no trace of life, only the marks of fierce battle. Even the surrounding heaven-and-earth essence was still raging, lingering without dispersing for a long while.
At this moment, a young cultivator was devoutly paying respects there.
"Master Ancestor, once this disciple's cultivation is accomplished, I will return to avenge you."
He kowtowed heavily toward the ground, his forehead already bleeding. "I will surely use the heads of the Qilin Clan to offer sacrifice to all my senior brothers and sisters!"
Buzz—
At that moment, numerous warships streaked across the Immortal Firmament.
Tension clearly crossed the young cultivator's face, but he soon regained his composure and searched through the ruined sect, like a scavenger seeking opportunities in the wilderness.
Streams of Divine Sense swept across the earth with utter abandon.
"Kill all Thunderwing Clan members on sight."
"Yes, Senior!"
Cold orders to slaughter rang out from ship after ship. It seemed they were carrying out a clan extermination, sparing not a single one.
Yet Chen Xun's gaze remained fixed solely on that "scavenging" young cultivator. The cultivators aboard those warships neither troubled him nor paid him much notice. They were somewhat better than demons, at least—they still observed a few rules.
But this young cultivator was likewise a microcosm of the endless chaos of war. Some had seen their sects destroyed, some