Li Zihua’s voice echoed through the Moonrite Region, shaking everything like thunder.1

The broken face remained still and unmoving. Though facing in the direction of the Moonrite Region, the eyes were not opening.0

The cultivators of the Red Moon Cathedral in the seven locations were all wailing in grief. To them, Li Zihua’s words signified absolute destruction. In the shortest of moments, the cathedral cultivators and all of their allies were trembling in fear. Their skin started to split apart, causing blood to gush everywhere as their bones collapsed onto the ground into piles. The final thing to fall were their fleshless skulls. From a distance, all seven locations had innumerable piles of flesh and bone. Collectively, there were seven small mountains of flesh, with the stench of gore rising up like signal smoke.0

The broken face in the canopy of heaven remained unmoving.1

Until... Li Zihua’s body also started ripping apart. As of now, hē was a god. For hīm to be ripped apart caused wild colors to flash in heaven and earth. As hīs flesh and blood fell to the ground, it created an eighth mountain.4

It rose taller and taller. Seemingly endless amounts of flesh and blood combined to create a towering mountain. It rose until it was on...1