Flute music floated with the wind.0

Days later, Xu Qing finally caught sight of the Eight Sect Coalition. The afterglow of dusk highlighted the dilapidated megacity. The river water was no longer black. Once again, it pulsed with strong immortal energy. But the gaping wounds left behind by the catastrophic event could not be erased in a matter of days. Even from a distance it was possible to see construction work everywhere. It almost looked like a human body being patched up by a surgeon. Mutagen-filled smoke still curled up into the sky. It created a picture of grief that bore testament to the catastrophe which had struck.0

Although the mutagen levels had dropped since the light of the god’s gaze emerged from the wooden box, it still hadn’t been fully dispelled. Thankfully, it was being dealt with. Sadly, though, the mental pain and anguish that resulted could not be easily removed.0

Catastrophe had not just struck Seven Blood Eyes. Though the other sects had not experienced many casualties, they were still deeply affected.0

As Xu Qing’s dharmaship dropped out of the sky, he took everything in, including the listless eyes of the citizens. And then he retracted his gaze and headed to the Seven Blood Eyes headquarters. Upon arriving, he saw the grieving highnesses of...0