A Mighty Tide of Killing Intent

"Good, good... Today, I shall know my demonic thoughts, sever my Buddhist thoughts, and cut my ties to the Mystic Sect. Bodhi, help me..." Zhunti roared, pouring a vast, surging aura into the Bodhi Daoist before him.

In that instant, the Bodhi Daoist's aura rose and fell in mighty waves, as though he were undergoing a transformation.

At that perilous moment, vast demonic qi surged into Spirit Mountain and took on countless fearsome forms.

The immense Mount Sumeru was shrouded in demonic qi.

As it spread across the skies of the Primordial World, those skies began to change.

Dark clouds blotted out the heavens. They seemed to ripple like Chaos, vast enough to overwhelm the mind.

Suddenly, the earth of the Primordial World trembled, and a rumble rolled through it.

The rumble exploded from the heavens, as though the sky itself had split open.

Beneath that heaven-shaking, earth-shattering sky, rain poured down. Rain was nothing unusual in the Primordial World, but this rain stunned everyone.

It was red, like blood falling from the sky, like tears shed by the heavens. Dao rhythms intertwined and swirled across the vast expanse, while an aura of grief spread through heaven and earth, reaching the eight directions.

Across the Primordial World, living beings rose to their feet in shock. Fear showed on their faces as they looked up at the sky.

The heavens' lament left Chen Yang, Duobao, and all living beings grave.

"Hiss... What's going on? Blood rain is falling from the heavens and covering the Primordial World. It feels like something terrible has happened."

"Who knows? That lament echoing through the sky sounds as though the Heavenly Dao has fallen."

"How could the Heavenly Dao fall?"

Most were baffled, but a few mighty beings and powerful experts understood.

Chen Yang was startled