Clatter clatter—
A torrent of red rain, blood staining the sky, the ferocity of the celestial anomaly surpassed all imagination, covering the entire Divine Capital, even spreading over a hundred miles beyond.
The mournful aura of a deity's downfall swept like a tide.
Countless cultivators stood outside the Divine Capital Nine Cities, some stood above the Grand Canal, some floating in the air, all with bristling hair, wide-eyed, watching the battle's outcome within the Divine Capital.
Watching Li Che, who appeared within the heavenly dome, his ink garment fluttering, enveloped in divinity, and then looking at the figure beside Li Che, wearing a white jade mask, smiling yet melancholic, with a powerful aura overwhelming, just a glance as if it enraptured one's heart and soul.
It's over...
The blood rain of a god's downfall indicated a deity had fallen, which deity would that be?
Since it wasn't Li Che, naturally, it must be the Dajing Grand Ancestor!
