Looking up, the sky around me turned yellow; after the night, what greeted me was the gray-yellow of dusk.
People standing beneath it feel as if they are about to lose a loved one, and their hearts are filled with pain.
"What, what's going on?"
"A strange land has appeared in the sky. Is the White Dragon going to devour all the black mist?"
"The sky is crying, heaven is crying, right? Why am I feeling so sad?"
"The world is really going to end..."
After the sky turned grayish-yellow, a blanket of white snow fell. The tiny snowflakes melted as soon as they hit the ground, and what fell into the soil turned the soil black.
Birds and beasts scattered, spirit beasts cried out, and demon beasts howled wildly.
Those who could speak were even more heartbroken and wept aloud.
Ruan Qianqian's soul was originally the Vermilion Bird. She looked up at the celestial phenomena and suddenly realized something, shouting, "The Dragon King is going to die, the King of Beasts is going to die, how could this be?"
A sudden pain shot through her heart, and her soul was abruptly extracted and floated into the air.
She burst into tears after a long silence: "Ahhh! The King of Beasts is actually dying! This is going to change the world! Heaven is going to destroy us! So the Dragon and Vermilion Bird clans didn't ascend to heaven by grace."
"Heaven has decreed our demise!"
The madness of Ruan Qianqian frightened Wei Wenru and her group, who were at a loss for how to react. Only Le Xi went up to ask her what was wrong.
"What did you say? What King of Beasts, Dragon King? What's going on?" He had a vague guess in his mind. He knew about the Dragon King; it was Nian Wanzhou.
Ruan Qianqian suddenly coughed up blood, and her life force began to dissipate, as if she were giving her last words: "Le Xi, I am the last Vermilion Bird. Our extermination is not divine punishment, but Heaven's will to destroy us! Heaven does not want us anymore; it wants to wipe us all out!"
The Dragon King is the White Dragon; she's long been the Queen of all beasts. If she dies, we'll face annihilation. She can't die, she absolutely mustn't!"
The last Vermilion Bird?
Ruan Su cursed, "You're actually the Vermilion Bird? Why didn't you say so? Our sect was built for the Vermilion Bird! You, you've been hiding this for so long!"
"If I don't hide deeper, I will be discovered by the Heavenly Dao and then destroyed. I am just a remnant soul who escaped by luck. It is already very difficult for me to live until the day the truth comes out!"
"Listen to me, Dragon King, you can't die, cough cough." Ruan Qianqian's soul was actually choked by blood. Her huge body transformed into a soul and floated in the air, and everyone was looking at her.
"Heavens, you want to destroy us!" The figure of the Vermilion Bird shocked the people of the entire continent. Everyone stared at her in a daze, but before she could say anything, they were stunned.
With a deafening roar, a thunderbolt shattered Ruan Qianqian's body, leaving not a trace.
Her soul crashed into the sky, tearing a huge hole in it.
Her words came true: she would be destroyed by the Heavenly Dao...
They were completely wiped out, not even a trace of their souls remained, and they didn't even have time to say goodbye.
Le Xi stood there, stunned: "I originally thought that after the dragon race was wiped out, our Jiaolong race would take the place of the divine beast. But now it seems that the divine beasts are being wiped out one by one, doesn't that really mean the end of the world?"
No, Wanwan can't die!
As a demon beast, he naturally knew what the concept of the king of all beasts meant.
Just like a chosen one, the King of Beasts suppresses all other beasts. Whether you're a divine beast or a demonic beast, before the King, you can only kneel and submit!
The death that has not occurred for millions of years is now said to be imminent.
But once the king dies, the demon race has a saying passed down for thousands of years: the death of the king is also the destruction of the world.
Lexi really wanted to cry. Why did such a lovely child have to bear so much? Why did she have to die?
She could have remained innocent and adorable, but instead she chose to shoulder the heavy responsibility of caring for the people...
Wei Wenru was the first to come to her senses. She grabbed the Meteor Sword and hurried inside, saying as she went, "You're right, Wanwan can't die. I have to go save her."
Tears fell from her eyes.
There was not a trace of the ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness of the killings that had taken place over the past month; it was all grief.
"Wanwan, you can't die!" Cui Kaichao was not to be outdone, chasing after her as if he was about to wreak havoc. He hadn't even expressed his admiration for the little white dragon yet.
Ruan Su stood where Ruan Qianqian was standing, unable to come to her senses for a long time. She knelt down with a "thud" and burst into tears.
"So the Ancestor has been by my side all along! I was so stupid, targeting her... How come she didn't reveal a single clue? The Ancestor is so foolish, Ruan Qianqian, you're really an idiot!"
The winds of change are blowing, and the world is in chaos.
After a month of relative peace, the mainland was suddenly struck by gales, torrential rains, landslides, and all sorts of natural disasters.
Fortunately, with the cultivators holding the line, the human realm won't be too difficult.
But the words Ruan Qianqian spoke of that day—that the heavens would destroy everyone, that there would be divine retribution, and that the death of the Dragon King would bring annihilation—spread throughout the entire continent.
What can you do if you don't believe it? The last Vermilion Bird has pierced the sky, and everyone is living in fear, not daring to do anything rash.
Wei Wenru led Feng Xu straight to the barrier, but they were still blocked outside.
The barrier didn't mean to harm them, but it just wouldn't let them in, which made them very anxious.
Wei Wenru was extremely anxious and couldn't help but shout, "Nian Wanzhou, come out! Don't you even want to see us one last time?"
No one responded.
Only endless flashes of white light and screams that sounded like those from the cycle of hell echoed continuously; it was no exaggeration to call it a purgatory on earth.
But when did this kind of noise start in there?
Whose wronged soul is this? In what year and month did this person die unjustly?
Moreover, and most importantly, Nian Wanzhou's presence was completely gone.
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