A bright moon hung high in the nine heavens, clear and cold.
But soon, the dark clouds that the killing intent had scattered gathered once more, veiling its pale light, as though even the moon could not bear to look upon this blood-soaked world.
Nether mist rose, and the aura of death flowed between the mountains and rivers. Ancient corpses stood motionless, instinctively drawing nourishment from the nether energy like Death Gods from antiquity.
The Ancient Clan of Spirit Valley would never know that part of the force destroying them had come from the Immortal Emperor: the invincible divine generals who had swept through the Primordial Era.
The plan to wipe out the Ancient Clans had been devised by the Immortal Emperor!
Qin Sheng walked into Spirit Valley. His white robes were purer than snow, untouched by dust. Amid bloodshed deep enough to float oars, he stood out like a lotus rising unstained from the mud.
Qin Sheng looked upon the carnage around him as though it were nothing. It stirred not the slightest ripple in his heart. It was only the destruction of a clan.
Evil Ancient Clans felt no pain.
In truth, if Qin Sheng had been dealing with a Human Race Holy Land, he usually would not have killed everyone when destroying it. He would have given some people a chance, whether on Ziwei or Beidou. Saint Lord Qin was no great villain, after all.
But Primordial Creatures who dreamed of restoring Beidou's old order from the Primordial Era, and still wanted to enslave, pen up, and devour the Human Race, were different.
Yang Yi had already rushed to Zhang Lin. Tears streamed down her face. For a moment, it had seemed as though the peerless Fifth-Generation Source Heavenly Master had returned.
But she knew this was