For ordinary Immortals, a Quasi-Saint is already the ceiling, an existence they cannot surpass in a lifetime, eternally invincible, and never falling.
But now, a cold blood rain makes countless people realize that even Quasi-Saints can die!
"So what is cultivation ultimately for?"
"Does this world truly have an invincible existence?"
Countless young prodigies look confused, wandering in the blood rain, letting the raindrops fall on their bodies, dampening their clothes, freezing their bodies.
Not just them, many strong ones of the older generation also feel heavy-hearted, their Dao hearts unsettled.
...
The Buddhist Realm.
"Unexpectedly, the first fallen Quasi-Saint is Literature Destiny!"
The Buddha Lord stands in the blood rain, holding Buddha Beads, emanating Buddha Light all around, his tone rather heavy.
He knows that obtaining Hongmeng Purple Qi does not mean peace, but rather more danger, because too many greedy people want to seize Hongmeng Purple Qi.
