The purple sun hung high above, and darkness stretched for ten thousand miles.
High in the sky, a white flash and a black flash flickered incessantly. Every time Yang Ming and the Abyssal Sage King's projection crossed paths, the clash between the Mysterious Sword and the Heavenly Saint Rift-Abyss Halberd unleashed a tremendous upheaval. The heavens split open, exposing terrifying spatial fissures, while the aftershocks of their battle reduced the thousand-year-old city of Mingdu to ruins.
The Holy Spirit Cult's followers dragged their maimed bodies away, wailing for their fathers and mothers. Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined that their once-mighty cult would fall neither to its enemies nor to internal strife, but to the Holy Spirit they had spent years striving to summon.
It was a tremendous irony.
Luo Tiansheng, the Holy Spirit Cult's current leader, looked back at the ruins that filled Mingdu. His eyes reddened, and his mouth twisted as he verged on tears.
When he had secured control of Mingdu from the Sun-Moon Empire, he had thought it heralded the Holy Spirit Cult's rise to its pinnacle. Never had he expected it to mark the beginning of its decline instead. Unable to accept this, Luo Tiansheng felt frustration and regret surge into his heart together.
"What a sin!"
With a long sigh, Luo Tiansheng continued fleeing without pause, afraid that lingering here would leave him dead without even an intact corpse.
Yet before the Holy Spirit Cult's followers, led by Luo Tiansheng, had traveled twenty li beyond Mingdu, they discovered to their horror that the road to the outside world had been blocked by the black hole spawned by the Six Paths Reincarnation World. There was no escape ahead of them, only a steadily approaching black hole poised to swallow them, skin and bones