Beyond the domains, battle raged. Above the Nine Heavens, battle raged. In the sky and on the ground, battle raged.
The entire Eight Domains had erupted into a war greater in scale and higher in level than any since the Primordial Era.
Mortals at their peak, beings of the Divine Way, and giant cult Lords all spilled blood.
The sun and moon lost their light. Killing intent soared into the heavens and filled the world.
The greatest slaughter, the greatest upheaval, had begun.
But it was not the Gods harvesting the lives of All Living Beings.
It was four mysterious figures harvesting the lives of giant cult Lords!
No matter how many ages they had spent laying their plans, no matter how powerful the hands behind the curtain, they would spill their blood across the sky.
The sun, moon, and stars fell together. Great stars sank in the west. Everything seemed to have reached its end.
It was as though they foretold something, becoming an omen.
"Uncle Meng, how are things going now?" Huo Ling'er asked curiously.
"Splendidly," Meng Chuan replied with a smile.
Huo Ling'er looked up at the clusters of light on the horizon. They resembled more than a dozen suns.
Suddenly, one sun went out. A giant's Dharma Appearance showed itself for an instant, then shrank.
It drifted into the distance, out beyond the domains, waiting for the victors to find it and claim it as spoils.
"Another great figure has died..." Huo Ling'er murmured.
"Are they really dead?"
"Why do you ask?" Meng Chuan glanced at her.
"It just feels unbelievable. These are great figures. Father called them the strongest, people no one could withstand."
This was already the third great figure to fall. Huo Ling'er found it hard to believe.
It felt like a dream.