Outside Cyan Grass Mountain, black mist churned.
Endless black mist surged from all directions like a tide, surrounding Cyan Grass Mountain.
The black mist blotted out the sky and obscured the stars.
All it passed was reduced to nothingness.
If someone were to look down at all this from high above now, they would be horrified to discover.
That the entire Spirit Realm, except for Cyan Grass Mountain, had already been overtaken by black mist.
And Cyan Grass Mountain was like a lone boat in a stormy sea, about to be engulfed by darkness at any moment!
"Darkness has arrived, the twilight of the era... does the Heavenly Dao Will intend to harvest an era again?"
"This is an apocalypse, from which no one can escape!"
A few Harmonization Celestial Monarch residual souls, lingering since the Ancient Era, turned deathly pale, their voices trembling uncontrollably.
