Blood stained the firmament for thirty thousand miles; broken bones and shattered weapons lay scattered across the Human World.
The Ancestor Kings who had once stood high above all others, looking down upon the world, fell one after another, their souls perishing at the Myriad Races Conference. To ordinary cultivators, this was no different from gods falling.
Every mournful shriek and every falling body of an Ancestor King made the Primordial Creatures present tremble, as though they were watching a horror film.
Trembling bodies and vacant eyes were the mildest reactions. Some Ancient Clans were scared out of their wits, even showing signs of cultivation deviation.
These were Ancestor Kings—mighty beings whom countless Ancient Clans might not produce even one of throughout the Primeval Era. They were the ancestors of their clans, able to sweep through heaven and earth with none to stop them.
Yet now they were being harvested like weeds, tearing people's hearts and livers apart. It also felt as though a faith had been shattered.
The sky had fallen.
In contrast, the Human Race experts could no longer suppress their excitement. Some threw punches, some stood and looked skyward, roaring in exhilaration.
The sky was blood-red. All manner of Saint Dao laws streaked across the heavens, peerless secret arts emerged one after another, and unbreakable Saint Weapons clashed continuously, blotting out the sky and sun until even the sun itself could no longer be seen.
Yet to the Human Race cultivators, the sky was incomparably bright. The dark clouds hanging over Beidou gradually dispersed, and clear skies finally emerged.
Ever since Eastern Immortal had risen to prominence, Beidou's sky had always been bright.
You all knew this: we had always revered Eastern Immortal. We had never slandered or hated him.
After today, who would dare say the