Duomu's laidback life didn't last long, as the tumult of the times always pushes everyone forward involuntarily.
Something even more terrifying happened!
On this day, all living beings on the Pangu Continent witnessed a moment that they would remember for life: The Sun unprecedentedly sank below the horizon, and the Earth plunged into darkness. A dazzling starry sky hung above the firmament!
People of this era had never experienced night; upon seeing the scattered stars, they were panic-stricken to the extreme.
"The world is ending!"
People cried out, fighting each other, the panic spreading uncontrollably, and blood sacrifices created red mists that wafted around the world, presenting an apocalyptic revelry scene.
For the last few disciples on the Floating Mountain, even more tragic circumstances loomed...
"Senior brother has disappeared!"
"Why? Why did this happen?!"
Duomu sprinted along the mountain path, eyes red, seeking an explanation from his master.
