Chapter 387
The heavenly realm of the Western Continent.
The once-pristine white jade palaces and pavilions had been reduced to rubble.
Above the sea of clouds, countless fragments of architecture and drops of golden and silver blood drifted in silence, painting a still and desolate picture of ruin.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Unhurried footsteps rang out, each one deliberately striking the surface of the cloud sea as if just to make noise.
By rights, the ground here was made entirely of clouds, incapable of producing any sound at all.
And yet that person...
"Don't be afraid. He can't find us. Our hiding place is completely concealed—I've erased our auras, our spirits, our souls, every trace of us. Not even the Nether God could find this spot."
Beneath the ruins, inside a narrow, egg-shaped pocket of space shimmering with faint silver light, the Fire God Orphania quietly comforted his two daughters.