One sword swept fifteen mountains flat; the furnace of heaven and earth melted the immortals.
The Emperor's Tomb, buried through endless ages, had already been devastated by the earth-shattering battle between a man of Divine Prohibition and fifteen Sixth Grade cultivators. Even nearly half of Xingshan's main peak had been vaporized within that sword furnace. The once towering peak, which seemed to thrust straight into the heavens, had visibly shrunk.
The bodies of the Fifteen Sects' Sect Masters and Nation Lords fell from high in the sky into the mortal world, coming to rest beside the Return-to-Dust Arena, their divine radiance utterly gone.
The light of the Great Dao dispersed. Countless spectators across the world entered the visualization realm again, and when they saw the scene before them, their expressions froze, their eyes blank with shock.
At that moment, Nine Li The Human World was utterly silent, as though its countless people had fallen into the same dream, dreaming that the immortals in heaven had perished, and that henceforth the land would have no distinction between high and low, its mountains and rivers standing equal.
But this dream was too unreal. So unreal that even when they frantically persuaded themselves they were dreaming, that everything they saw was an illusion, they still could not believe it or lose themselves in it.
Just an hour earlier, those fifteen towering Dragon-Viewing Platforms had still stood before the countless spectators. Their Dao Palaces were magnificent, their immortal light dazzling. Even if ordinary mortals craned their necks until they broke, they would never qualify to glimpse the immortals' true faces in their lifetimes.
No one knew how many years those Dragon Platforms, mountains, and immortals had existed in Nine Li. It had been so long that everyone believed they were the unshakable heavens, that