Chapter 239: Reflections
Chapter 239: Reflections
“The blood star is gone!”“It disappeared!”
In the southern lands of the Mortal Heart World, ancient gods and ordinary mortals alike gazed up at the torn sky. Where a massive blood-red star had hung for ages, there was now nothing. Commonfolk did not understand what that meant, but the ancient gods did.
An elderly man with beard and hair white as frost burst into tears. “The evil gods are gone!”
For hundreds of thousands of years, their world had been at the mercy of the evil gods and the Yang Spirits. Now, they were all gone.
He recalled how the skies had been ripped open not long ago. The Yang Spirit roared from beyond the heavens. Then, from the northern lands, Qiyuann Sovereign rose into the sky. Five thousand gods had followed him, vowing to slay the evil gods.
However, from the moment they glimpsed that abyssal eye through the crack in the sky, they had understood. The battle could not be won. Their opponent was even bigger than the world they were trying to protect. All the resources they had accumulated over countless years could not scratch that existence. They truly had no chance of winning.
Yet the Mortal Heart World had won. Qiyuann Sovereign had won, but at what cost?
“Great Venerable Lishan is dead.”
“Venerable Baixi is gone.”
The old man hurried into his cave, where thirty life lanterns hung from the beams. Before heading north, each ancient god had left behind a wisp of aura within. If the flame was extinguished, it meant death. Every single lantern had gone out.
Grief tore at his chest. He raised his head, staring at the sky, hoping to see the fallen gods streak back like meteors. Yet there was none.