The dim Forbidden Lands lay shattered. Withered plants and trees stood in the night, wisps of dark red mist lingering among them.
A cool wind swept past, bringing a trace of chill and lifting the White-Clad One's delicate long hair.
The White-Clad One stood alone among the trees, gazing up at the churning bloody light above the Forbidden Lands' sky, and said nothing more for a long time.
There was no one he could speak to, either...
In the vast Forbidden Lands, he was the only one.
The White-Clad One's figure swayed like ripples on water, as though he were merely a phantom.
The cold wind cut sharply. The White-Clad One seemed to feel a trace of cold as well, and could not help tugging at his robes, wrapping them tightly around himself.
Silence filled the Forbidden Lands. No birdsong or beast cries remained.
The White-Clad One quietly watched the Forbidden Lands, the churning bloody light, the bones strewn across the ground beneath his feet...
He was waiting, waiting for those final people to arrive.
Who knew how much time had passed? It seemed he had waited a very long time.
At last, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths underwent another violent collision. Mountains and rivers shook, and great boulders tumbled down.
Boom!
The bloody light above the sky surged and shuddered as never before.
Dozens of Difficult Realm experts descended, their auras seemingly powerful enough to overturn the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
And leading them was a figure in a long white dress...
The woman in white was tall and elegant, her skin like congealed cream and her beauty peerless. Her bright eyes held a cold aloofness, and her pure white dress trailed across the void, dancing in the wind with a chilly splendor, like a peerless