Two months later.
Within the mountains, rivers, and lands of the Ancient Sacred Clan's ancestral domain, the sky sank and the earth shook. The Heaven and Earth Laws had completely vanished, while profound nothingness slowly began to invade this vast territory, as though it intended to drag this world into an abyss.
In the boundless heavens.
Endless Ancient Sacred Crows crossed the firmament, flying toward some unknown destination. Perhaps even they did not know where they could flee. The Eight Wastelands and Ten Wilds were so quiet that they seemed silent and dead.
Heaven and earth mourned, and the countless spirits within the ancestral domain mourned as well. The hundreds of millions of living beings upon the land seemed to know their final fate. They gazed up at the heavens, yet their eyes carried only numbness.
Within an inconspicuous Spiritual Herb Garden.
An elderly member of the Ancient Sacred Clan walked hunched over along this decayed and ruined tree-lined avenue. Leaning on a cane, he slowly wandered through this place, passing through the final fragments of his past.
"Eldest Uncle..."
From afar, a clansman suddenly called out to that hunched figure.
The old man paused slightly but did not turn around. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Gu Luo, the Sacred Crows fly together, and heaven and earth have grown dim. Tell me... will our clan truly perish?"
"Eldest Uncle, the Moon Palace Immortals have not left yet!" The young voice did not seem despairing. Tears rippled in his eyes as he shouted, "Our clan! It will not perish!"
"Luo'er, turn around and look." The old man slowly raised his head and looked toward the vast, dim firmament. "Look a little longer."
The young clansman's eye sockets trembled as his entire body shook and he looked behind him.
Those familiar