At that moment, far, far away, in a certain Immortal Domain.
The wind stopped.
It stopped without any warning. The mountain wind that had been howling a moment before abruptly fell silent, and the branches and leaves above the forest froze in midair, forgetting even to tremble.
A suffocating silence suddenly welled up between heaven and earth. It was not the silence of peace, but rather as though something immense was holding its breath in the depths.
Across the land, cultivators of the Ten Thousand Clans raised their heads, terror appearing in their eyes.
Heaven and earth changed color.
There were no dark clouds bearing down, no thunder gathering overhead. Instead, in an exceedingly short span of time, the entire sky gradually took on a color that defied description.
It was neither black nor gray, but something deeper, as though the blood of heaven and earth itself were seeping out from behind the firmament, soaking the sunlight, the clouds, and every familiar color, little by little, in a gloom that belonged only to the eve of the world's end.
Rumble...!
It came quite abruptly-the sound of water.
At first, it was faint, like the murmur of a distant mountain stream. In the blink of an eye, however, it swelled at an inconceivable speed, roaring and shaking, becoming a furious bellow that surged from deep within the marrow of heaven and earth!
The ground began to tremble. Fine dust pattered down from cracks in the mountain rock, and the earth beneath their feet seemed to bear a weight far beyond its limits, groaning in silence.
Some cultivators flew into the sky and gazed into the distance-
Then froze where they were.
At the edge of the horizon, a sky-toppling flood came rolling toward them. That wall of water stretched between