It was not the shock and bewilderment they had felt when the Fate-Tribulation Immortal Emperor fell-that had come from incomprehension, from the unknown.
The fear they felt now was clear, naked, unmistakable.
Every being could see it plainly.
Those scarlet heavenly stars filling the sky were carrying out targeted purges.
The Azure Mystic Sect's ancestor collapsed to the ground, his soul trembling. Watching several scarlet pillars of light erupt in succession far in the distance, he murmured incoherently, "He... he knows every cultivation ground... billions of years of preparations, everything hidden... he knows it all..."
"How could he possibly know it all...!"
In the ancient domain of Sky Ruins, the Ancient Remnant Clan's ancestor was as pale as paper, without a trace of composure left. He braced both hands against an ancient table, countless cracks spreading beneath his palms. Turning toward the other ancestors of his clan, he spoke in an utterly hoarse voice:
"Everyone in the clan who has ever had dealings with the Outer Regions..."
"Now. Immediately. End your own lives."
On Myriad Demon Mountain, the Demon Race's ancestor stood like a withered tree atop the peak, letting the scarlet light stretch his figure into a twisted shadow. For the first time, he closed his eyes.
Two of those heavenly stars had fallen within the Demon Race's territory.
He had neither the right nor the face to speak.
And in those hidden places.
Countless ancient beings finally descended into utter chaos.
They howled, they fled, they desperately activated every means of escape they possessed, tearing at the void in an attempt to flee beyond the Nine Provinces into the Outer Regions.
But the skies of the Nine Provinces had already been silently sealed shut by Chen Xun's will.
Not a single rift could open.
Not a single escape