The world seemed to have sunk into the Great Abyss, pitch black as ink, with the murmuring Fire Spring at the bottom only sparkling with relatively weak light, unable to illuminate the heavens and earth.
Even above the Nine Heavens, the Night Fog is dense, fierce gusts of wind surge, clouds collide, like waves crashing against the shore.
Golden Radiance gathers on his body surface, the man's true appearance emerges, his face quite stern. He strides in the sky, the Night Fog Sea automatically parts, making way for him.
Suddenly, blood trickles from the corner of his mouth, with a faint golden hue, his body swaying, followed by a stumble underfoot.
"The Outer Heaven Creature of the Eighth Realm, after breaking out from the Land of Fate Change, is in an extremely poor state, yet still severely wounded me..." he murmurs softly.
"What a pity for the Inner Saint and Outer Demon, the lineage is thus severed." He gazes toward the Xuanhuang Martial Hall's direction.
