The red blood rain poured down, an indescribable sorrow swept across all heavens and myriad realms.
A distant bell rang through the heavens and the earth, carrying a great sorrow to bid farewell to the Saint.
"Fallen..."
"Another Saint has fallen..."
"What on earth happened outside?"
In the Qingqiu World, the ancient powerful ones were completely bewildered.
The aura of the Saint proving the Dao had just passed, and in a flash, a worldwide sorrow descended.
Such a sudden change left people shocked and puzzled.
Even feeling unfamiliar.
"It seems the world outside has truly changed..."
"In this era, can I still be considered a strongman?"
In the Endless Fire Realm, Demon Master Kunpeng wore a complicated expression. Once, he was an invincible presence below the Saints.
But now, everything seemed to have changed.
In just over a hundred years, four Saints of the present age had fallen, and the situation in the outside world filled him with dread.
"Alas..."
