Dao Hua came in haste and left in haste.
After sharing a pot of wine with Su Mo, he hurried away. Before leaving, Dao Hua looked at Su Mo and sighed. "I should go back and continue cultivating."
Su Mo merely nodded. "All right."
After Dao Hua left, Su Mo stood in the Imperial Garden for a long time.
A cool breeze stirred, lending the scene a touch of loneliness...
Luo Yin slowly walked to Su Mo's side. Looking at his refined, peaceful bearing, his white robes and white hair, a trace of bewilderment flashed through her eyes.
She seemed to recall Su Mo back when he was still at the Academy. She realized that he had changed... he had grown quiet and sparing with words, and more inclined to bury his troubles deep inside.
With a sigh, Luo Yin slowly said, "We encountered the Confucian Sage Remnant Soul at the Ends of the Earth."
At her words, Su Mo slowly turned to look at Luo Yin.
"We asked the Confucian Sage Remnant Soul many questions and learned a few things."
Looking into Su Mo's eyes, Luo Yin spoke softly. "The Confucian Sage said that before the Great Calamity of the Nine Heavens arrived, there would be..."
"...an omen."
"He called this omen the 'Heavenly Cataclysm.'"
Su Mo shuddered at her words, profound horror flashing through his eyes.
The Divine Steles in the Divine Realm surfaced in his mind, and he recalled those strings of shocking numbers...
In an instant, everything became even more complicated.
He had never understood why, during the Calamity of the Nine Heavens ten thousand years ago, the Confucian Sage had slaughtered everyone in the Divine Realm.
The Confucian Sage had clearly already cut short the Calamity of the Nine Heavens, yet he had still killed