In the distance, darkness loomed, but near at hand, a gentle light emanated, misty Spiritual Energy rippled, the flowing mist like water waves; this place was exceptionally Sacred.
Falling blossoms scattered in profusion; in this land where the sacred light flowed, crystalline petals drifted, carrying fragrance and waves of vibrant vitality.
Besides this, pure Immortal Qi diffused, swirling around this place.
Shi Hao stood still, as if he heard the sigh of the True Immortal, like experiencing hundreds of cycles of karma, as if he saw the changes of the Immortal Ancient; he remained silent and unmoving.
This feeling was very peculiar; in an instant, he saw layers of scenes, some beings, some plants, and some scenes of battle.
In a daze, he witnessed the sky stained with blood and one powerful figure after another falling from beyond the domain, crashing onto the earth, the blood dyeing the mountains and rivers red.
