Above Shengjing.
A Daoist Temple pressed down upon the sky—heavy, mysterious, profound, and majestic. The Mysteries of Heaven and Earth flowed across its surface, carrying the vicissitudes of countless Years, as if it had existed since time immemorial, enduring through myriad ages.
Three Grand Grades had died one after another in an extremely short time. The heavens wept blood, the Ancestor Star cried out in sorrow, and even the white clouds were stained a faint red as they roiled heavily.
Dozens of the Demon Race's prodigies shuddered, frozen in place, not daring to move a muscle. Even Xuan Tong—once the most arrogant of them all, who had acted without restraint, confident in his status as a Demon Saint's direct heir—was now terrified. He didn't dare look directly at the magnificent Daoist Temple, fearing he would draw the gaze of the terrifying Existence within!
