He hadn't finished speaking.
A bronze spear shot out from the black hole, instantly piercing through the golden statue.
Master Xuanku spat out a mouthful of golden blood, staring incredulously at the bowl-sized hole in his chest—there was no blood flowing out, but rather it was slowly crystallizing!
At midnight.
All the cultivators in the Tianxuan Divine Realm witnessed a terrifying celestial phenomenon—three bright moons were simultaneously stained with a bloody halo, and the starry sky twisted into a vortex.
Some practitioners of eye techniques even saw a huge vertical pupil flash by at the center of the vortex.
In a dense forest in the Great Wilderness.
Three newly-minted cultivators gathered around the campfire.
The young man carrying the iron sword suddenly pointed to the sky: "Look at those clouds, don't they look like a face?"
The moment the other two looked up, the campfire suddenly turned a ghostly green.
They were horrified to discover that the whites of each other's eyes were being consumed by black.
The young man with the sword on his back had silently floated into the air, his neck bent backward at an abnormal angle...
On the same night:
In the Primordial Holy Land, within the sect's forbidden area—the Sword Tomb—ten thousand swords resounded, all pointing westward!
The ancestral demonic beasts of the Demon Emperor's Palace collectively knelt before a non-existent figure.
In the Central Region, the imperial remains within the tombs of the Immortal Divine Dynasty instantly transformed into jade...
......
At dawn.
The core place is Guixu.
The chaotic energy beneath the World Tree suddenly condensed into the phantom of the tree spirit, Xiaoqing.
This unconscious projection mechanically repeats a certain action—constantly inscribing the same runes in the void.
Lan Ruoli, the Holy Maiden of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, who was ordered to investigate, was hiding a thousand feet away when her pupils suddenly contracted.
She discovered that every time the rune was completed, the moment it was finished...
A flash of black light would appear at the heart of the tree spirit Xiaoqing's phantom, and the rune was clearly the starting stance of the ancient forbidden technique "Burial of Heaven"!
"I see......"
A sigh that was both strange and familiar suddenly rang in Lan Ruoli's ears.
To her horror, she found her right hand rising uncontrollably, drawing a bloody prophecy in the snow: "When the menders of the heavens become the loopholes, the Heavenly Profound Divine Realm will face its true..."
The last few words were not yet finished.
Her right hand suddenly exploded into a bloody mist!
Lan Ruoli looked up despite the pain and saw that the phantom of the tree spirit Xiaoqing had turned in this direction at some point, with black flames dancing in its empty eye sockets.
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