The earth was shrouded in rising dust.
The vast Chongyang Heaven and Earth had already shattered, with tens of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains all tilting and tearing apart.
Chongyang City was ablaze with flames, and even some distant peaks were still collapsing, stirring up billowing dust.
Jingpeng lay on the ground, motionless.
And above the sky.
The Divine Chariot was like a blazing sun, a vague yet towering figure stood upon it, holding an Immortal Bow, appearing as if a true Immortal had descended into the mortal world.
"Who is... he?"
Someone questioned.
It was Hu Zhongli and the various sect Innates gazing from Chongyang City, the guests on the ground struggling to maintain their balance,
as well as the two or three Celestial Humans in Chang'an Town, and the common folk—
Zhang Wentao swallowed and turned his head slightly to answer his wife:
"It's a Divine Spirit."
Zhou Guifang clasped her hands in prayer towards the dazzling Divine Spirit above,
