The great battle paused.
In the void, strands of Profound Yellow Material dust spread from the wounds of heaven and earth. What seemed like a catastrophe in the eyes of mortals was merely ashes of autumn wildfires burning wheat stalks to the cultivators of the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace.
Ning Yunmiao's gaze pierced through the world's membrane, casting down to the earth.
There were many tombstones on the ground, the gray-white joss paper swept by the wind burned mid-air, manifesting a deep, mournful red of destruction, and then dissipated in the wind. Yet having someone to collect the dead was already a luxury. On that chaotic battlefield, foes and friends could no longer be distinguished, let alone those whose divine souls were extinguished in the Sea of Suffering.
Ning Yunmiao bowed her head.
She felt ashamed in her heart.
Beside her stood Elder Dan.
