It hung there abruptly above the gates of Formless Mountain.
It was too vast.
So vast that beneath that blood moon, the rolling mountain ranges looked as insignificant as grave mounds piled from a few handfuls of yellow earth.
Red light poured down like a waterfall.
It dyed every stretch of water for a hundred miles around into a crimson painting.
The once tranquil, elegant immortal paradise became an asura hell in an instant.
The blood moon slowly turned, like an immense millstone poised to grind everything in this world, along with the so-called dignity of a Dao Orthodoxy, into dust.
Countless disciples had no time to climb to their feet. They merely stared blankly up at the sky.
Before such a despair-inducing sight...
Even as disciples of a Dao Orthodoxy... they could summon no will to resist.
The girl in black held the moon aloft with one hand, her figure like an ant against that enormous blood-red backdrop.
Yet it was precisely this ant.
Who was using the backbone of this world as firewood to ignite a red lotus capable of burning everything to ashes.
She lowered her gaze slightly, looking down at the deathly silent waters.
Her arm swept lightly.
The enormous blood moon, heavy enough to crush eternity, descended with a world-destroying howl.
And crashed down toward Formless Mountain.
BOOM-!!!
The vast lake waters evaporated completely in an instant. Before even mist could rise, it was obliterated.
The countless beautiful peaks that had stood above the waters seemed like sandcastles piled up by children.
Merely brushed by the lingering force of that red light.
They collapsed and crumbled without a sound.
"You dare-!!!"
Hanxian True Person stood inside the hall, watching the world-destroying scene in the water mirror, his eyes nearly splitting with fury.
It was over.