Just like that, the primordial altar passed away.0

As it poured all its essence into the new nine-colored tree, the white life hidden realm began to collapse, though not completely. The primordial altar seemed to have used its remaining essence to form a transparent barrier, containing the violent storm within. But the barrier was growing weaker, like a bubble on the verge of bursting.0

Outside this bubble-like barrier, Xiao Hongye, Tan Xianzhi, the six empresses of Dazheng, and some of the remaining Dazheng officials who had rushed to the scene were anxiously waiting. They watched the blood rain falling from the sky and guessed roughly what was going on. They also understood that this was the critical moment on which victory hinged. Their hearts were filled with tension.0

Through the transparent barrier, they could see a black hole at the center of the endless snowstorm, from which bursts of light and shockwaves emanated—surely the heart of the battlefield. Unfortunately, no one could see what was happening inside.0

Within the interior of that black hole, Xiao Nanfeng and the three...0