That night.
The Demonic Domain celebrated with wild revelry...
It was on this very night that a figure descended upon this world. She came from the Immortal Realm—a princess of the Golden Crow Clan.
A Golden Crow, wreathed in flames, flew slowly across the horizon.
This power.
It was immense.
"What is that?"
Wherever the Golden Crow passed,
the cultivators of the Immortal Domain who witnessed the sight felt a tremor so violent it seemed their very souls would shatter. They had only glanced up for a moment before blood streamed from their eyes, blinding them instantly.
"Ah... my eyes."
"It's a Golden Crow."
"My eyes!"
Their bodies shuddered, and they fell uncontrollably to their knees, unable to move. They were left as nothing more than trembling figures. In the Immortal Domain, they were considered quite powerful, but before the Golden Crow, they were no different from ants.
"I can't move."
"I can't see! AHHH..."
