Rain poured steadily over the shattered land — a quiet, endless drizzle that did little to wash away the scent of blood and scorched earth.
The battlefield stretched before them in ruin: craters still steaming, trees reduced to ash, and the faint remnants of Divine Qi twisting in the air like ghosts.
Several figures stood silently amidst the devastation — amongst them was Supreme Elder Yao Wu of the Disciplinary Department along with other Elders of the Black Paradise Sect — all gathered beneath the cold glow of the moon. Their robes fluttered in the wind as they surveyed the carnage, their faces pale with disbelief.
This was without a doubt a fight amongst Divine Realm cultivators, if not more.
As shocking as the destruction was, what froze them most was what lay at its center: two corpses clad in Heavenly Fate Sect robes. One was a Divine Realm cultivator, the other Heavenly.
The silence deepened. Even the rain seemed hesitant to fall too loudly.
