That was not some terrifying scene of the Ten Thousand Clans slaughtering one another and heaven and earth collapsing.
It was exactly the same as that year. By now, even the vast reaches of the Immortal Capital had begun to be reforged. Immortal shadows flitted across mountains and rivers. It seemed Song Heng had not been horrified because he had seen something.
But the strangest part was this.
Song Heng did not head for Heavenly Capital, the ruins of the Immortal Court. He turned around and left, setting out on his journey back to the Eternal Immortal Frontier.
Outer Heaven was bitterly cold.
Snow crystals filled the sky, settling upon the earth and even the void.
Along the way.
A rare bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead. The Treasure Hunting Compass in his hand spun wildly without cease as he trembled and muttered, "What did this humble Daoist just see...?! How could this be... how could this be!"
Gradually.
Song Heng's head became covered in fine sweat.
Standing beneath the clouds of the Immortal Firmament, he looked down upon the rivers and mountains of the Three Walls Immortal Court. His gaze trembled faintly for no reason as he once more felt the great terror of karma descending upon him.
"What a vast scheme spanning the ages. This humble Daoist had best sever all of this and think of it no more!"
Bzzzz—
The next day, immortal blood sank into the mountains and rivers somewhere in Outer Heaven. Countless cultivators rushed there, even sparking a grand battle among the Heavenly Prides of various races. Why the immortal blood had fallen was unknown, and where it had come from was unknown.
A hundred years later.
Without a word, Song Heng crossed into the Western Heaven Seven Mansions Vast Sea with