Rain began to fall from the sky. It went from a fine drizzle to a torrent like the River of Heaven spilling over, growing heavier until every drop stung the face.
Countless Mortals, Daoists, and Demons stared at the rain, their faces twisted with shock.
"Is this... Heaven weeping?"
For the rain was blood-red. More accurately, it looked like blood.
A sorrow spread across the Three Realms. Humans, demons, Demons, and ghosts alike felt grief rise in their hearts. Stricken with anguish, they began to weep.
Somewhere beyond perception, Heaven's secrets revealed themselves, and everyone learned one thing.
Heaven was dead.
"Heaven is dead?" In A Chinese Ghost Story World, the Kunlun Leader held out his hand to catch the drops of bloody rain. Sorrow filled his face, and tears streamed from his eyes.
"How could Heaven die?" This Mortal Realm Immortal, one of the foremost figures in the entire Mortal Realm apart from Yan Chixia, roared at the sky.
Cultivators sought the Dao by answering Heaven's call. But now that Heaven itself was dead, what Dao could they seek?
"Where is Fellow Daoist Yan?" the Kunlun Leader murmured. He wanted to meet Yan Chixia and ask this True Immortal of the Mortal Realm: now that Heaven was dead, where did the Dao lie?
He also wanted to know what Yan Chixia intended to do and how he would handle this. In the Kunlun Leader's eyes, Yan Chixia's cultivation was unfathomable. Perhaps he had a way?
"Heaven is dead."
Suddenly, a vast voice rang out, echoing through all of Heaven and Earth. Every living being in the Three Realms heard it clearly.
A voice that reached all Three Realms—such peerless divine power spoke for itself.
"It's Fellow Daoist Yan." The Kunlun Leader recognized the voice at once, and some of