West Sea, Rogue Cultivator Alliance.
Several Spirit Transformation old monsters hovered above the sea, their faces ashen.
One of them said quietly, "Who's staying behind?"
No one spoke.
They looked at one another, then all looked away at once.
They knew better than anyone that this was not taking responsibility. It was dying for nothing.
After a moment, the eldest sighed. "May fate decide."
The next instant, several figures transformed into streaks of light and flew toward Domain rifts in different directions.
High in the sky.
Those peak experts shuttled through space, their Divine Senses brushing past one another.
No one communicated.
Yet they all shared the same thought: survive.
Not for their lineage, not for their disciples—only instinct.
After cultivating for ten thousand years, severing emotion and extinguishing desire, they discovered in the end...
The one thing they could not let go of was their own lives.
And beyond the heavens.
The Void Radiant Cub's pupils slowly turned.
It had no concept of pursuit at all.
To it—
This entire Domain was merely a speck of drifting dust.
As for how many specks within that dust had flown away.
There was no difference.
These living beings were simply too weak, nowhere near as appetizing as the Domain's Tiandi.
Beneath the vast sky.
Mountains and rivers overturned, while heaven crumbled and earth split apart.
"Meng Sheng, those old monsters have all fled!"
Ni Canghuan let out a despairing roar, his eyes turning bloodshot. "If we don't run now, when will we?! That thing hasn't taken an interest in us. We can avenge this in the future!! What are you standing there in a daze for?!!"
That was right.
He could not pull Meng Sheng away, because the man was standing there dazed, as though he had been scared witless—the same