The Sea of Clouds, Holy Fire Cliff.
To this day, few in the Stain Sect knew what had happened. Most just assumed one of their own Perfected Lords had gone mad and picked a fight with a Perfected Lord from the Sword Pavilion.
The only ones who truly understood the situation were the Foundation Establishment Perfection Grand Zhenren.
Great Undertaking, for example.
PFFFT!!!
In a Quiet Chamber, Great Undertaking suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling a certain Divine Effect rooted in his bloodline dissipate at a visible rate.
"Impossible!?"
Great Undertaking stared blankly at the blood he had spat out. It should have been pale gold, but now it was a jarring, dark red.
