The heavens lost their light entirely, and a deathly gray haze slowly shrouded the skies over the Heaven Dou Continent.
Qian Chenyue hovered above the clouds, her twelve enormous Fallen Angel wings slowly unfurling. Her feathers were as black as a fathomless abyss, each strand wreathed in death divinity as faint as mist.
"Welcome my magnificent Death Divine Kingdom..."
As the first Feather of Death silently slipped from a wingtip and drifted leisurely down, the gazes of every living being on the Heaven Dou Continent were involuntarily drawn toward it.
It slowly spun as it fell, like a withered butterfly in late autumn.
The black feather continued its descent, invisibly draining the vitality from the space it passed through. The green grass below instantly yellowed and curled, flowers withered in a flash, and insects and ants stiffened and died without a sound.
Then came the second feather, the third... Countless Feathers of Death broke away from her wings one after another. In an instant, fluttering black feathers filled the sky, forming a boundless rain of black plumage that poured down from a hundred thousand feet above.
The black feathers drifted down, and all things perished wherever they passed.
The whole world seemed to turn gray and white.
In a distant town, a feather's tip merely brushed the hem of an ordinary person's clothing. His vitality was drained in an instant. His body stood rigid, then fell silently to the ground before he could even scream.
Several Soul Ancestors raised Soul Power barriers, confident they could withstand it. Yet the moment the black feathers struck their shields, the Soul Power barriers melted away like thin ice meeting a raging fire. The power of death drove straight in, their Soul Power collapsed in an instant, and the flames of their lives went