The sky was clear no more. It had become blood red, and endless blood red light enveloped every single corner of the Hallowed Grounds.

At this moment, everyone felt sorrow arise in their hearts.

It was because the Heaven Dao of this world had fallen!

Every single world has a spirit of its own, and man called that spirit the Heaven Dao. The Heaven Dao had a will of its own, or it should be said to be a subconscious will. It instinctively acted against those who could threaten it. For example, it would send a Heavenly Tribulation down when others were attaining the Saint Realm because when a person was strong to a certain extent, that person could even pose a threat to it.

There was no right or wrong. If the Heaven Dao wanted to live, then it had to prevent many from becoming strong; if man wanted to live longer, then it had to fight against the Heavens.

Even then, many people still felt reverence towards the heavens because it fostered all living beings within its world!

So, even if many people became extremely strong, they still wouldn’t act against the Heaven Dao. Just like the Sword Sect’s Founding Ancestor hadn’t!

Yet now, the defiant profounders had immediately...