"The Yuhua Divine Son... is dead!"
Every onlooker's expression changed drastically.
He was the Divine Son of the Feathered Divine Dynasty, the greatest power in the world.
It was a mighty power that occupied more than half of Central Province, riding roughshod over the world, an existence no one dared provoke lightly.
Moreover, he possessed a deeply concealed immortal king body, one of the nine great king bodies since ancient times, and an exceedingly rare one.
Had he lived, he would surely have blazed with brilliance that dazzled the world upon the Emperor Road.
With sufficient opportunities, he might even have set foot on the path to becoming a Great Emperor.
Yet now his bones lay in this desolate wilderness, stripped of all their luster, reduced entirely to a pile of dry remains.
Buried beneath the sand and gravel.
It had happened too suddenly.
So suddenly that no one could believe it.
"Will we be implicated?"
Someone spoke in a trembling voice.
The Yuhua Divine Son had died before their eyes. Given the Feathered Divine Dynasty's tyrannical ways, they feared they would never know peace for the rest of their lives.
Just as the Yuhua Divine Son had said, once they offended the Feathered Divine Dynasty, there would be nowhere in the world left for them to take shelter.
Such was the tyranny of the world's greatest power.
Even the Seven Great Holy Land of the Eastern Wasteland and the Three Great Families likely could not stand against it.
"That woman... is the real culprit!"
At that thought, everyone's gaze turned toward the young woman beneath the sea of lightning.
Yet her face was serene, her eyes lightly closed, holy light shining around her like a fairy descended to the mortal world.
As though she had no idea what was