This day.
A shadow wandered a thousand zhang underground, passing through rock and soil, entering a hundred-li range.
"Heh heh, after hundreds of years of peace, my words mean nothing now!"
Sun Changsheng reached down to the ground and snatched the shadow up; with a sweep of his divine sense, he saw it was a primordial spirit's divided soul.
Whoosh!
He blew a breath upon the soul, and in an instant, the shadow shattered to pieces.
Far away, tens of thousands of li distant, the Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarch, having just turned into an escape light and fled for a few hundred li, saw a crack tear open in the void; a howling gale surged forth, sweeping him into dust and ashes.
The news spread, and the onlooking cultivators were instantly in an uproar.
That Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarch, renowned and formidable, had been a Righteous God canonized by the Heavenly Court—yet perished so simply.
