"Huff huff huff!"
Deep within the ruins, fierce winds howled, and the beastly roars echoed continuously, as divine peaks emerged one after another.
Massive chasms stretched directly into the abyss, resembling the gates of Purgatory.
Torrents of terrifying demonic energy surged forth, intertwining with paths of immortal patterns in the void, merging into bizarre and grotesque creatures.
Amidst these ancient ruins, a magnificent Immortal Palace stood towering against the sky.
But at this moment.
In front of the Immortal Palace.
Numerous cultivators from outside realms, even hundreds of Heavenly Monarch Practitioners gathered from the Deserted Interface, along with countless Golden Core disciples, none dared to speak.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the massive Green Gold Palm Print and the pools of human-shaped blood stains beneath it.
"Dead... dead?"
After a long while, someone spoke bitterly.
"Dead, even the ripples of the Divine Soul have vanished."
