Chu Yuan stood amidst the chaotic storm.
Endless storms swept through, like billions of massive waves crashing upon him.
Each wave carried world-destroying power, capable of shattering laws and destroying divine bodies, a place where no living being could survive.
Chu Yuan's will spread, but within the fury, he faced great resistance.
He locked onto a direction and strolled leisurely, walking among the heavens.
He could sense that here, the will of the souls was extremely complex, interwoven like a dense web, leading him to speculate that it was very likely not a single deity that had fallen here.
But more.
War signifies death and slaughter.
Though the heavens are strong, they are not immortal, just as the sky is not impervious to destruction.
"Hmm?"
As Chu Yuan walked, he looked into the distance and saw a person, but this person was not alive, they were dead, lying horizontally, floating in the storm.
