Qin Tian struggled free of time. This was a critical juncture in the changing of eras, one of immense importance to ancient history.
But it still could not stop Qin Tian.
When he saw the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands again, the scenery was entirely different.
The once peaceful celestial landscape was now shrouded in blood-red and black.
Dense cracks in the Great Dao lay everywhere. Scenes of Heavenly Weeping rose one after another, blood rained across the sky, and crimson lotuses bloomed throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
Those were the manifestations of True Immortals falling, one after another.
Scenes of Heavenly Weeping emerged endlessly, joining into a single expanse that covered the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, turning this Immortal Realm into hell.
All because far too many True Immortals had fallen.
They were beyond counting. There was simply no way to number them.
In the void, clusters of True Immortal Dao fire burned slowly, magnificent and blazing, yet tinged with desolation.
They released their remaining divinity, becoming blazing suns that blocked the Foreign Realm army's advance, making one final contribution to the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
And between heaven and earth, nothing stood out more than that fissure across the sky.
A bottomless hole had appeared in Heaven and Earth, dark and gloomy, like a black hole that devoured all things.
It was the tooth mark of an Immortal King.
An Immortal King had sought to bite off a corner of the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
That was the mark he had left behind.
Heaven and Earth had long since been engulfed in war. The aura of slaughter filled every corner, corpses littered the land, and no one knew how many living beings had died.
The former air of