The Western Continent's Celestial Court.
The once jade-white palaces and pavilions had all been reduced to rubble.
Above the sea of clouds, countless architectural fragments and specks of gold and silver blood dotted the landscape, painting a silent picture of ruin and desolation.
THUD, THUD, THUD.
A set of exceptionally rhythmic footsteps slowly echoed through the ruins.
The footsteps were completely undisguised, as if deliberately stomping on the sea of clouds to produce a sound for others to hear.
Yet the ground here was made of clouds; it should have been impossible to produce such heavy thuds.
But that person...
"Don't... don't be afraid. He won't find us! Our hiding spot is well-concealed. I've erased all traces of our aura, spirit, and soul. Not even the God of the Netherworld could find us here!"
