The Blood Sea, which had been boiling and churning, instantly calmed, becoming like a pitch-black mirror without the slightest ripple.
The blood dragons roaring toward the sky vanished soundlessly the instant darkness touched them, as if they had never existed.
The ferocity and fanaticism on the faces of countless Asura Race members froze. Then their bodies, along with their Primordial Spirits, weathered away inch by inch like sand sculptures, turning into the most primordial particles and returning completely to nothingness.
Even more terrifyingly, Old Ancestor Ming He discovered in horror that his unbreakable connection to the Blood Sea had actually... been forcibly severed!
He could no longer feel even the slightest power coming from the Blood Sea Origin.
His authority as a Heavenly Dao Saint, whose words became law and who controlled a realm of heaven and earth, had been suppressed to rock bottom within this strange domain of darkness!
Heavenly Dao!
His connection to the Heavenly Dao had become faint and intermittent, as though it might break at any moment!
"How... how is this possible?!"
Old Ancestor Ming He completely panicked, his face filled with unprecedented horror and confusion.
"What the hell is this? What kind of power is this?!"
This was completely beyond his comprehension!
What treasure could sever the connection between a Saint and the Heavenly Dao?
What power could plunge the entire Blood Sea into deathly silence?
This region shrouded in darkness seemed to have become a forbidden land abandoned by the Heavenly Dao.
A... Daofall Grounds!
"Hahahaha! Ming He! How does it feel now?"
Saint Zhun Ti's wild laughter sounded especially piercing in this deathly silent world.
Standing within this dark domain, he and Saint Jie Yin were not affected in the slightest. Instead, the dark power contained within the Epoch Anchor made their auras