After the blood clouds above the sky were temporarily driven back by the Little Girl, they soon thickened once more.
But the Little Girl had no way to stop the blood clouds from descending again. The Divine Stele had turned her into a remnant soul, and she could no longer leave the Divine Mountain.
Even if she left, how could she withstand the Calamity again?
For what they held fast to in their hearts, the entire Divine Race had perished. Even when only one last little girl remained, the Divine Stele had still awakened her.
This seemed to be the Divine Race's destiny...
Deep sorrow filled the eyes of the Little Girl's remnant soul. Looking at the few surviving peach trees left on the Divine Mountain, she wept softly. "Yuan Yuan can't protect the peach trees anymore..."
"Yuan Yuan won't be able to wait until her little brother comes..."
"Yuan Yuan... has nothing left."
The Little Girl's remnant soul sat alone beneath a surviving peach tree, leaning against it, frail and helpless.
The blood clouds churned overhead. Just as the Little Girl thought they were about to descend again, figures suddenly appeared above them once more.
The clash of blades that overwhelmed the heavens rang out above the blood clouds in the sky, as though someone had rushed over to stop this great catastrophe after the entire Divine Race had died in battle...
This unseen battle lasted several decades, without another drop of blood rain falling.
At last, the figures above the blood clouds fell one after another, and the clash of blades gradually faded.
Amid a surge that shattered heaven and earth, everything returned to silence.
The Little Girl stared blankly at the sky, which had returned to its former appearance, and a smile touched the corners of her