Brilliant light and shadow blazed across the heavens. Great Dao formation runes stretched across the sky, chains of rules clanged, and forbidden power crashed wildly against itself. Torrential rain streaked down as though the prelude to the apocalypse had begun. This world might crumble in the very next second.
Across the Nine Provinces, everyone's hearts had lost all fear. Only numbness remained.
Endless battles, powerful figures falling one after another, the deaths of the Old Ancestors-humanity seemed destined for extinction. Their hearts were already dead.
"Vast Nine Provinces, alas, what sorrow; our sons shed blood, their bodies torn apart..." An old man's hoarse singing drifted from the horizon. No one knew who was singing.
"...One day, we shall sweep away our gloom, establish our dominion over the nine heavens, and wipe out calamity!"
Some sang along, fighting the despair in their hearts.
"Vast Nine Provinces..."
A mournful song rose from the earth as blood rained from the firmament.
The Fierce Lands had long since fought themselves into a frenzy. Every collision between them was a fight to the death. They cared nothing for the vast portions of themselves crumbling away, wanting only to crush their opponents completely.
The Fierce Lands surrounding the Forbidden unleashed every last reserve of power. Formation runes and talismanic light surged into the sky, shredding the void and annihilating everything around them.
In the past, the Fierce Lands' reserves had been far greater than this. Even surrounding and killing Ancestor-level Figures had not been impossible.
Yet the Heavenly Dao had been weakening all along, and as remnants of the previous great era, the Fierce Lands were likewise declining rapidly.
Now, they had long since lost their former majesty. Contending with a single veteran Forbidden demanded almost everything they had.
Three female Fox Immortals had emerged from