Nobody paid any attention to Shen Yunmai's narcissism.
He sighed, somewhat bored, and continued looking up at the sky.
Looking at the snowflakes in the plane of the sky from so close, he instinctively wanted to reach out and touch them, only then remembering that he had no hands.
Had he known that the Cloud Master on the other side of the planet had already done this, who knew how much jealousy he might have felt.
Perhaps because the sky was too low, the distant, false sun had also dropped down, very close to the ground, naturally becoming a setting sun.
Twilight shone on the cliffs.
The immortals were dying.
It really did have something of a twilight of the gods about it.
Of course, nobody wanted to die just like this. Especially when facing a desperate situation, immortals who could live for many years were calmer than ordinary people, and more resolute.
Following Shen Yunmai's earlier arrangements, Zeng Ju and the other immortals sat cross-legged in their respective positions. They had long since regulated their breathing to peak condition, ready to unleash their strongest attacks at any moment.
Su Ziye and Yuan Qu sat inconspicuously behind the incense table, using Chen Ya's mangled remains to block the others' view as they secretly communicated through divine sense.
"One little rock like this can't hide both of us."
"Would holding him upside down by the head give us a little more coverage?"
"Are you a pighead?"
"Then what do we do? How about I hold him up when the time comes, and you squat underneath me?"
"Why should I suffer the humiliation of crawling between your legs?"
"I'm a direct disciple of Divine End Peak. You're just from some unorthodox path."
"...Fine."
"No need to get angry in advance. If this