That was not some terrifying scene of Myriad Races slaughtering one another, with heaven and earth collapsing.
It was exactly the same as back then. Even within the vast expanse of the Immortal Capital, reconstruction had already begun, and immortal silhouettes flitted across the mountains and rivers. It seemed Song Heng had not been horrified because he had seen something.
But the strangest part was this.
Song Heng did not head for the ruins of the Immortal Court's Heavenly Capital. Instead, he turned and left, setting out on the journey back to the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory.
Outer Central Heaven was bitterly cold.
Snow crystals filled the sky, drifting down upon the earth and even through the void.
Along the way,
a rare drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead. The Treasure-Seeking Compass in his hand spun wildly without pause as he trembled and muttered, "What did this humble Daoist just see...?! How could this be... how could this be!"
Gradually,
Song Heng's head became covered in dense sweat.
He stood beneath the clouds of the Immortal Firmament, looking down upon the rivers and mountains of the Three Enclosures Immortal Court. His gaze trembled faintly as he once more felt the great terror of karmic consequence descending upon him.
"What a vast scheme spanning the ages. This humble Daoist had best sever all of this—think not, remember not!"
Buzz—
The next day, immortal blood sank into the mountains and rivers somewhere in Outer Central Heaven. Countless cultivators rushed there, even igniting a fierce battle among the prodigies of every race. Why the immortal blood had fallen was unknown; where it had come from was unknown.
A hundred years later.
Without a word, Song Heng entered Western Heaven Seven Lodges Cang Sea with a smiling face, as though he had